I have never felt so helpless at a competition before. I was informed that spikes will surely be there for me and not to worry. I arrived at the track, warmed up as usual, and waited. Minutes before the comp was to start, the man came over with a pair of new mizunos! Hooray, I may have a shot at jumping… 11.5 the box says…the shoes where an 11.5, I am a 13! I tried to wear them, I could barely walk, but I tried… the anger was filling my body, the frusteration was crazy, the pain was horrible, and I hurt my foot trying to take off in the shoes… So my warm up was down the drain… I was frantically nlackberrying people, lashing out, and searching for answers… I tried to jump anyway… and ended up scratching from the event after a run-through of my first attempt at 2.08….

bottom line 2.17m won the comp… and my bags arrived at 1am that next morning… lets try and dust it off, and head to Switzerkand! Man-o-man… and, for all you smart-assess out there… I tried to pack the shoes in my carry-on, but they would not allow the bag I packed them in… long story, but I know the athletes “rule of thumb” as they say!

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