Season, El Fine
I have been told not to say anything when you're upset, or when you're angry, or when you're frustrated. But really, what else can I do now? I'm back, alone, and have time to write. So by golly I'm going to write.
This Friday was MAC's, the Middle Atlantic Conference Outdoor Track and Field Championships. I was set to begin the triple jump at 2:30 in the afternoon on Friday.
(For those of you not familier with Triple Jump, I'm sorry to hear that. You won't get a description out of me. All I can tell you is it involves two consecutive jumps on my left leg, followed by one jump from my right into a sand pit.) Sure, I was nervous about going in, but being ranked 14th out of 14 competitors (that made it to MAC's) gave me nothing to lose. The only way to actually do worse than predicted would be to scratch all 3 jumps and 'No Distance'.
And after my first two jumps that looked like a very real possibility. Although I may have been close to the the pit on the first jump, I did not like where it was headed and pulled up. For one it didn't look like the pit was very close, and my left leg felt like jello; it was not responsive.
Probably stemming from the injury I suffered last week at the Misericordia meet. As in order to get a good distance in the Triple Jump, one needs to have responsive and spring like legs. However, if a leg hurts and one cannot land of push off very well, then it's lights out and go home.
After some stretching and Icy-Hot wannabe type stuff, my leg felt better and a little more 'there,' however I still didn't feel good, like I had when I jumped 41' for the first time. But I still had 2 more jumps to find 'it,' whatever it is, and get closer to the qualifying mark of 41' to make it seem as if I belonged at the meet.
However, I still looked like a fish out of water as I barely didn't make it to the pit on my second jump and had to take a scratch. Again leg problems which caused me to be more frustrated. Although coach tried to give me words of encouragment about how we both knew what I could do, I didn't need this meet to tell me how good I was, I still wanted to go to ECAC's in Mass. But the plan for the third jump was to get to the pit, not ECAC's.
So putting it all on the line, screw injury, I prepped for my third jump. Making the pit by 1 foot 9 inches, I actually was able to land and make a distance. Granted it was 38 feet, something I haven't jumped in weeks, at least it was something.
And that's what I did. I grabbed some ice, walked across the field, and headed back to school with Chelsea. Left to think about the chances missed and injuries acquired.
What a way to end the season.
This Friday was MAC's, the Middle Atlantic Conference Outdoor Track and Field Championships. I was set to begin the triple jump at 2:30 in the afternoon on Friday.
(For those of you not familier with Triple Jump, I'm sorry to hear that. You won't get a description out of me. All I can tell you is it involves two consecutive jumps on my left leg, followed by one jump from my right into a sand pit.) Sure, I was nervous about going in, but being ranked 14th out of 14 competitors (that made it to MAC's) gave me nothing to lose. The only way to actually do worse than predicted would be to scratch all 3 jumps and 'No Distance'.
And after my first two jumps that looked like a very real possibility. Although I may have been close to the the pit on the first jump, I did not like where it was headed and pulled up. For one it didn't look like the pit was very close, and my left leg felt like jello; it was not responsive.
Probably stemming from the injury I suffered last week at the Misericordia meet. As in order to get a good distance in the Triple Jump, one needs to have responsive and spring like legs. However, if a leg hurts and one cannot land of push off very well, then it's lights out and go home.
After some stretching and Icy-Hot wannabe type stuff, my leg felt better and a little more 'there,' however I still didn't feel good, like I had when I jumped 41' for the first time. But I still had 2 more jumps to find 'it,' whatever it is, and get closer to the qualifying mark of 41' to make it seem as if I belonged at the meet.
However, I still looked like a fish out of water as I barely didn't make it to the pit on my second jump and had to take a scratch. Again leg problems which caused me to be more frustrated. Although coach tried to give me words of encouragment about how we both knew what I could do, I didn't need this meet to tell me how good I was, I still wanted to go to ECAC's in Mass. But the plan for the third jump was to get to the pit, not ECAC's.
So putting it all on the line, screw injury, I prepped for my third jump. Making the pit by 1 foot 9 inches, I actually was able to land and make a distance. Granted it was 38 feet, something I haven't jumped in weeks, at least it was something.
And that's what I did. I grabbed some ice, walked across the field, and headed back to school with Chelsea. Left to think about the chances missed and injuries acquired.
What a way to end the season.
posted by Timchula at 23:24
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