those memories just irritate me!!!!

i feel like sharing some of my experiences of my sports age...about 8 years back. It may be the worst time i ever had in my life. whatever those were also glorious years to my sports life. but still those memories even irritates me a lot.
actaually the camp for national school games happened to be @ G V Raja sports school, trivandrum. i was in 8th standard and for the first time qualified for national schools. i actually joined the camp after 2 weeks or so coz i had the national amatuer athletic championship. i did my personal best @ that competition in pentathalon with some 3500+ points but didnt get a position. still i was happy. the point is that i was in form that time...in good rhythm...
and yeah, back to GV RAJA,i was the only girl from my school and i didnt noe anyone since it was my first... i cannot describe the situation over there. there were atleast a 50 dogs over there. and you noe , the bathroom / toilet etc were horrible. no pipe/ water suppy. so we need to queue up for water to bath , wash etc...and food ... u just cant imagine...i ate that to survive...
and there was some space to sleep , the mosquitos and other flies accompanied my dreams of winning a gold medal. . . .
and when my father came to visit me once, i felt like .....no words ...but i didnt wept...i dont noe.
we were shifted to another building...thank God..and the big day has arrived. and my event was scheduled @ 9.am. and it began to rain in the morning...my uncle( my first coach and my motivator) , my father (my support ) were there. and i was tensed...still i felt the rhythm... (u getting me??) i made 2 jumps and became foul...oopz...u cannot understand ... and for the next i made it 5.15. yeah. and i was quite happy to get qualified 2 finals. the rhythm was perfect and i was over confident so i made the all final jumps millimeter fouls....hmmm. but they measured the last jump which equalised the national record(5.35).but i was too much happy... so my father and uncle and ofcourse my mother who was praying the whole time. THANK GOD.
im just telling all these to let you noe how the young talents are treated...but still managing to get something commentable...the whole politics and stratergies there are dirty, really dirty. you cant trust anyone ...there are a lot of things that cannot be written over here...i survived there just because of my mother's prayers...