5 1/2 hours of exercise makes one weak
I did go to morning. It actually started earlier than EHS; 5:30. The sick and twisted part was I woke up 10 minutes before my alarms were set. So I turned my 1st alarm off, snuck out of the room with my cell phone. Got interesting latino music on the way down to the pool. It wasn't too bad.
(here I got to play with power tools and put 10,000 pounds of force onto a brass circle to attempt to make a bell. and get taught rules of linguistics. and space-time diagrams.)
But having practice, later, WAS painful. It wasn't that practice was bad, but my body rebelled, told me I was a stupid idiot, and quit working. I hate the feeling of stalling in the water - arms and legs still going, but there's SOMETHING wrong with my technique, it doesn't feel right, and it's painful - so I don't want to work any harder. Eventually, I got to the point where the pain was floating right above my shoulders, not interfering, but looming. A Doomy box! Pulling myself out was... interesting.
Went down to Shaples, ate - and the food is decent there, it really is, but it sits like a brick in my stomach and I really don't feel well - and then slowly, oh so slowly, wandering over to fencing. We ended up sharing space with both the basketball and volleyball teams, which was... entertaining, to say the least. Random flying things zooming around? Good times. My legs actually weren't complaining as much as my arms, so it's not too bad... though I sweat like a pig in a lame.
And now I must do my math homework and rewrite my papers. Argle.
(here I got to play with power tools and put 10,000 pounds of force onto a brass circle to attempt to make a bell. and get taught rules of linguistics. and space-time diagrams.)
But having practice, later, WAS painful. It wasn't that practice was bad, but my body rebelled, told me I was a stupid idiot, and quit working. I hate the feeling of stalling in the water - arms and legs still going, but there's SOMETHING wrong with my technique, it doesn't feel right, and it's painful - so I don't want to work any harder. Eventually, I got to the point where the pain was floating right above my shoulders, not interfering, but looming. A Doomy box! Pulling myself out was... interesting.
Went down to Shaples, ate - and the food is decent there, it really is, but it sits like a brick in my stomach and I really don't feel well - and then slowly, oh so slowly, wandering over to fencing. We ended up sharing space with both the basketball and volleyball teams, which was... entertaining, to say the least. Random flying things zooming around? Good times. My legs actually weren't complaining as much as my arms, so it's not too bad... though I sweat like a pig in a lame.
And now I must do my math homework and rewrite my papers. Argle.