::collapses::
Well, I was right. My coach yelled at me about how irresponsible I am and how because I want to get out of track practice for two f*cking weeks that I am lazy, self centered, letting my team down, and just a really horrible person in general. But wait, theres more! Then he made me do 100+ squat jumps. For those of you unfamiliar with what a squat jump is, you get a 75 lb weight strapped to your back, bend your knees until your upper leg is parallel to the floor, and hold that position until the coach says to stop. Then, you have to jump as high as possible, and if the coach decides it wasn't high enough, the whole thing doesn't count and you have to do another one. I probably ended up doing at least 130, and missed half of pre-calc, the only class I can tolerate on B days. It hurts like hell. It hurts to walk up/down stairs. It hurts to sit down. I had to drag myself up to the computer desk. Which brings me to my next point- rehearsals. Being so sore, standing up and moving around for such a long period of time was difficult, and at one point my legs were like shaking uncontrollably. I can't keep this up. Its 100 jumps for every missed day of practice unless you have a note from a doctor, parent, or teacher. So unless Noday suddenly takes over the choir department or something, I'm stuck. My dad literally dragged me out of bed and to practice this morning once he realized that I had slept in. He probably would have hit me for protesting had my mom not walked by my bedroom or had my sister not been in the car with us. I had NO IDEA he cared so much about this, but I am physically incapable of pulling this off. My 2 choices: 1) Lose 2 hours of sleep in the morning, work out with track, and be required to compete early sat. morning and keep my dad/coach happy or 2) sleep in/skip the major work out to catch up on my school work but owe my coach 100 squat jumps per day I miss and be in massive pain for the rest of the day.
great.
::dies::
Here in this cold white room tied up to these machines, it's hard to imagine life as it used to be. Laughing, screaming, tumbling queen... Like the most amazing light show you've ever seen. Whirling, swirling, never blue... How could you go and die? What a selfish thing to do...
RIP Jason
Updated On: 1/18/05 at 05:46 PM
good luck
.jpg?format=auto&width=300)
