Literally and figuratively.
Track is a love-hate relationship. I honestly hate track every Monday, in the middle of the 400m workout, after a 2-3 mile run and then a sequence of long sprints. Sweat pouring down my face, gasping for oxygen to fill my lungs and trying to stay moving before my whole body turns into one huge cramp. Sometimes I just hate having to work hard, but I love it. I love seeing the improvements as I become stronger and faster.
I have been hurdling since high school and 7 years later they still scare the crap out of me. I don't know what it is, but that 32" metal frame staring me down intimidates me more than most anything else. I am ready to conquer these beasts, I am ready to finally be able to 3-step instead of running a safe alternating 4-step to get less than optimal times. Not only am I learning how to overcome these hurdles, but i'm gaining confidence while doing it and the support from my teammates means the world to me.
In other news, I just failed my exercise science 351 exam. You know the one that was worth 20% of my grade? The worst part is thinking it couldn't of been that bad, but then getting the 6 1/2 page monster back with a F on the top followed by 47.4%. Ouch. That hurts. A lot. I mean, that's not even close to passing. Especially when my roommate next to me has a bright shiny A on hers. *sigh* Better luck next time? I don't like when people say that, but in all honestly I will need a copious amount of better luck if I have any chance of passing this class.
Now i'm off to get ready for fall retreat, where I can get away from almost everything and spend time with people who could care less about my hurdles and like me for me.
By the way, my boyfriend woke me up this morning by bringing me roses :)
I guess there is still hope for this world.
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