Sand in the Shoes

I can’t stand it. Therefore long jump was always little exhausting. Starting, jumping into the sand, again out, shoes off, sand out, shoes on, queue up, again starting.
Shot putting was better, once I was doing nuts with my friend Christiane and imitating the shouts of the ones at Olympics in the TV. Totally screamed throaty and giggled groggily I remember that I was somehow happy.