Oh, it burns!
Aye- so if my body makes it through today I will be amazed. I just got back from marching in the biggest parade west of the Mississippi- the Macy's Day After Thanksgiving Parade in downtown Portland. My high school band has been chosen to be the opening entry for this parade indefinetely. Probably because we look so amazing in our uniforms and we don't sound half bad. At any rate, we marched for an hour straight for this parade. Holy crud! And we don't do any of that glide-stepping stuff. No way. Our knees come up and we high step. Thighs parallel to the ground. For an hour.
My legs are shaking even as we speak. (Or as I type.) And now I head off to my speed and agility training, which I'm going to die at because I don't think I can even walk, much less sprint. Then I work for six hours.
Like I said, if I make it to the end of the day alive, I will be amazed.
My legs are shaking even as we speak. (Or as I type.) And now I head off to my speed and agility training, which I'm going to die at because I don't think I can even walk, much less sprint. Then I work for six hours.
Like I said, if I make it to the end of the day alive, I will be amazed.