Our first track meet went pretty well. Relatively speaking, I mean. The sun was shining, but that in no way guarantees that it will be warm.
I seriously underestimated how helpful thermal underwear would have been.
Like for cereal, we were freezing. And it didn't help that my event (the 3200 race) was the very last one. So we waited for 3 1/2 hours (ish) and by the time it was our turn to run, we could hardly feel our legs anymore.
The 3200 is basically a 2 mile race that drags on into the eternities. I've discovered that it's all in your mindset; in thinking to yourself that there really is no difference between your second lap and your eighth. You're going to want to die the whole way through, there's no question. But there's an adrenaline rush when you're racing, and no matter how badly you want to stop; you can't. Don't wanna look weak in front of 'dem boys!!
I was counting the laps in my head, and so were several of my teammates. So that's why I was beyond confused when I thought I was finished but the coach told me to keep going. "ARE YOU FOR CEREAL??!" Uhhg. So I went around, AGAIN. When I finished, the coach came up to me and offered his sincerest apologies for accidentally making me run 9 laps instead of 8. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr it's okay though, because I still did alright. 14:47 baby! Just kidding, that was better than alright. More like 2 whole minutes faster than last season;)
haha it's all good!
