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I'm beyond tired today. My first real day of track practice was today, and at this rate I've only got 8 remaining days. Mentally, I feel I am a very, very strong person and I'm usually able to overcome any weaknesses I might experience physically, despite some effort I may lack in the motivation department. Yesterday, I spent over an hour putting the high jump mats together. This year, I am very upset with the team.
To everyone on the team, I'm just some skinny cross country runner. I decided it would be most beneficial to me to run with the sprinters this season, seeing as how I excel at high jump and am somewhat gifted at it. I have probably ran two miles in the past four months, and I am very, very out of shape despite the muscle I have gained from rock climbing (which I will blog about before too long). I went into practice today with soreness along my quads and my upper back from climbing, and I am nowhere near well rested. I stay up all hours of the night talking on the phone, and when I'm stressed my insomnia kicks back in and I go absolutely apeshit.
Like I said, I go into this completely out of shape, and I'm with the sprinters. We go on a short run, and upon arriving on our destination have to do a one-mile workout. It was supposed to be at a run, and not at a jog. Somehow, I am the first to finish. But, I am not first. I'm fourth. Why is this? Because three motherfuckers cheated, and took the credit. I'm sure coach told them," Great job!"
I finish my run, being the first person to finish that didn't cut through the fucking woods. These three pricks look to me and say," Ready to run another lap?"
I was furious. My throat was filled with thick saliva, and I tried desperately to begin cursing these kids out, but I was breathing far too hard because of the cold to even do a damn thing. I informed coach I would be switching back to distance if I had to put up with this any longer, but when it comes down to it, I don't feel it will benefit my high jumping, so I really have no choice but to stick with the sprinters.
The seniors made no attempts to scold these cheaters, and if that happened during cross country your ass would've been chewed out. You complete the entire run, no matter how long it takes. I have that mentality stuck in my head, and seeing something as obvious as that go unheeded was just...mind-boggling. It shouldn't have infuriated me, but the Seniors that held the team together last year are having a ball off in college, and I'm still just a god damn Sophomore with no authority. I try to be a nice person, I really do.
On top of this, I had to go to the weight room. They wanted us to max out, which...as far as I'm concerned, is unheard of for a distance runner to do in track and field. I was always under the impression that we were supposed to build lean muscle. The explanation behind it was absurd, and I didn't buy it at all. Being a rock climber now, I snuck over and started doing reps of chin ups and curls. I got away with this, but whenever I went to do reps at bench press I was scolded for not maxing out. I almost wasted forty minutes today, and the only time that wasn't wasted I spent doing things I was not supposed to do.
So here I am, at almost 9pm and I'm absolutely exhausted. Ibuprofin has become my new best friend, and I absolutely fucking regret pushing myself today. Hell, I didn't even push myself. I just actually tried.
So fucking pathetic. I feel like the sprinters wouldn't know what pain feels like even if it bit them in the ass. My advice to everyone out there is that if you're going to join a team sport, have a team mentality, because no matter how big your balls are, it really doesn't fucking matter unless everyone has a similar mindset as you do. Track and Field especially. Your individual accomplishments won't mean shit if your team never makes an effort to even try.
I just want to have fun. It's working out exactly how I imagined it. I guess Ms. Braun was right," Life sucks, and then you die."
To everyone on the team, I'm just some skinny cross country runner. I decided it would be most beneficial to me to run with the sprinters this season, seeing as how I excel at high jump and am somewhat gifted at it. I have probably ran two miles in the past four months, and I am very, very out of shape despite the muscle I have gained from rock climbing (which I will blog about before too long). I went into practice today with soreness along my quads and my upper back from climbing, and I am nowhere near well rested. I stay up all hours of the night talking on the phone, and when I'm stressed my insomnia kicks back in and I go absolutely apeshit.
Like I said, I go into this completely out of shape, and I'm with the sprinters. We go on a short run, and upon arriving on our destination have to do a one-mile workout. It was supposed to be at a run, and not at a jog. Somehow, I am the first to finish. But, I am not first. I'm fourth. Why is this? Because three motherfuckers cheated, and took the credit. I'm sure coach told them," Great job!"
I finish my run, being the first person to finish that didn't cut through the fucking woods. These three pricks look to me and say," Ready to run another lap?"
I was furious. My throat was filled with thick saliva, and I tried desperately to begin cursing these kids out, but I was breathing far too hard because of the cold to even do a damn thing. I informed coach I would be switching back to distance if I had to put up with this any longer, but when it comes down to it, I don't feel it will benefit my high jumping, so I really have no choice but to stick with the sprinters.
The seniors made no attempts to scold these cheaters, and if that happened during cross country your ass would've been chewed out. You complete the entire run, no matter how long it takes. I have that mentality stuck in my head, and seeing something as obvious as that go unheeded was just...mind-boggling. It shouldn't have infuriated me, but the Seniors that held the team together last year are having a ball off in college, and I'm still just a god damn Sophomore with no authority. I try to be a nice person, I really do.
On top of this, I had to go to the weight room. They wanted us to max out, which...as far as I'm concerned, is unheard of for a distance runner to do in track and field. I was always under the impression that we were supposed to build lean muscle. The explanation behind it was absurd, and I didn't buy it at all. Being a rock climber now, I snuck over and started doing reps of chin ups and curls. I got away with this, but whenever I went to do reps at bench press I was scolded for not maxing out. I almost wasted forty minutes today, and the only time that wasn't wasted I spent doing things I was not supposed to do.
So here I am, at almost 9pm and I'm absolutely exhausted. Ibuprofin has become my new best friend, and I absolutely fucking regret pushing myself today. Hell, I didn't even push myself. I just actually tried.
So fucking pathetic. I feel like the sprinters wouldn't know what pain feels like even if it bit them in the ass. My advice to everyone out there is that if you're going to join a team sport, have a team mentality, because no matter how big your balls are, it really doesn't fucking matter unless everyone has a similar mindset as you do. Track and Field especially. Your individual accomplishments won't mean shit if your team never makes an effort to even try.
I just want to have fun. It's working out exactly how I imagined it. I guess Ms. Braun was right," Life sucks, and then you die."
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