Hot as Hell!
I have my first track meet Thursday and of course I have this uneasy sense of unrest. I have this feeling inside me like doom and gloom are swapping saliva in my stomach. I am not ready for this and I am the type of person who hates to be unprepared. I feel as if I need three more weeks of hard training. Then again, I almost always have this feeling right before my first race of the season, especially when I have no idea what to expect. Well, I do know what to expect a bit, 800m is still going to be 800m: the distance won’t change and no water hazards will be added. Yet, the competition will be faster and perhaps more serious. I suppose the biggest change for me is that I am on the bottom of the running hierarchy again. I will be the one asking all the questions, not the one answering them. Well, damn it I like being the leader and being in control.
In other news, I suppose the Southern Baptist here at Carson Newman are serious about hell and brim fire for they have decided not to turn the air conditioning on. It is spring in Tennessee which means the average high is around 87 degrees. My lotion is the constancy of tomato soup. To avoid melting, I have stripped down to a cami and boxer shorts tinnier then any running shorts I own to sleep in without a blanket. I have also learned that leaving the refrigerator open is not a good idea for the food, I just hope my roommate does not realize what I have done.
In other news, I suppose the Southern Baptist here at Carson Newman are serious about hell and brim fire for they have decided not to turn the air conditioning on. It is spring in Tennessee which means the average high is around 87 degrees. My lotion is the constancy of tomato soup. To avoid melting, I have stripped down to a cami and boxer shorts tinnier then any running shorts I own to sleep in without a blanket. I have also learned that leaving the refrigerator open is not a good idea for the food, I just hope my roommate does not realize what I have done.