6 – Getting Pretty Difficult

Day: 21

Weight: 106.0

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The weight loss isn’t showing just yet, as expected. But the other “symptoms” are. I’m in constant pain now, whether it be my abdomen, my calves, my quads, arms, all of the above, or whatever else. Track is slowly getting more difficult, and the workout Friday morning didn’t necessarily help. Or the upside-down crunches I did Thursday (hanging upside down on a bar, holding an 8lb medicine ball, then pulling my head to my knees over and over… possibly my favorite exercise!). They’re kind of impressive, in my opinion, plus they make my abs rock hard and toned 😉 But, in all seriousness, they still hurt, 3 days later (not usual for me).

Oh! And my “date” on Monday! It went really well, he was very sincere and quite the gentleman, but we didn’t “click” I suppose. But the dinner was great: salad with onions and croutons (allergic to the tomatoes and carrots, couldn’t have the hard boiled egg bits or the cheese), and made-from-scratch honey mustard dressing! It was delicious, and not to mention the meet on Tuesday went great. I believe it’s a thing of good luck, so I’ll probably end up getting a salad for takeout tomorrow evening, good luck for Tuesday 🙂

The meet last Tuesday went great, although I didn’t expect it. The weather was cold, extremely windy, and rainy. There were 9 vaulters, and somehow, in some way, I won, at a height of 8 feet 6 inches, just an inch below my personal record (which was set at an indoor meet at my training facility where it was warm). I was so happy, it felt so great to have shown that I indeed CAN accomplish something in vaulting. It reminded me of a chapter in The Kite Runner that I recently read as requirement in English class. The theme seems to be redemption. Like Amir, I redeemed myself, and though my dad was already proud of my vaulting, my coach didn’t expect the vaulters to take first and second. He expected less, and it felt so good to be able to show him that I was better than he thought, and that faith could be put into me. Redemption.

Friday night wasn’t so great. We had family over for dinner (and by family, I mean 20 people who are mostly all closely related, all crammed into my dining room), and I misinterpreted the freshness of the tomatoes in the tomato salad. It was delicious, but, unfortunately, upset my mouth and throat, and they became itchy. Naturally, I took Benadryl for it, and fell asleep at the dinner table while the adults around me talked about recent events. I felt like a horrible host, especially when everyone was leaving and I woke up after passing out on the couch in the basement. I suppose that’s why I’m still young, so I can make these mistakes and get away with abandoning our guests. Oh well.

So, tomorrow is Western Easter… Haha, I don’t have much to say to that, considering I have a month and 5 days to go! I’m hoping it wears the competition down (all that candy and overeating), because this next meet is against our rival school, and their vaulters are FANTASTIC. I’m aiming for third place. That’s my goal. Actually, not even third place. I want to make 9 feet happen. It’ll be a new personal record, and I’ll be able to truly redeem myself in front of my facility’s vaulting coach (who is the vaulting coach for our rival school). He expects 9 feet to take place, and I can’t let him down.

As far as Lent goes, this is where it’s really starting to get rough guys, things are going downhill… or uphill, whichever one is bad. But my spirit will stay strong through the week, and I will update when I have time.

Good night.

Choose rather to be strong of soul than strong of body.
– Pythagoras

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