Someone shoot me please...
I haven't really been Miss Update this summer. Actually, I'm not sure I've been much of anything this summer.
I have camp in six days. Six. No fucking way am I ready.
I don't want to even think about it anymore. I sort of just want rowing to be over so I can crawl in a hole and die and never think about sore muscles and selections and training ever ever again.
Only, I want to row after school, so, you know, it's going to happen again. It's like an addiction. A terrible, terrible, stress-inducing and emotional-trainwreck-like addiction that has a lot of healthy side benefits.
I can only imagine what my life would be like if I'd never started rowing. I can't decide if it would be better or worse.
*sigh*
I just want this whole traumatizing and stressful experience of Selections to be over.
I have camp in six days. Six. No fucking way am I ready.
I don't want to even think about it anymore. I sort of just want rowing to be over so I can crawl in a hole and die and never think about sore muscles and selections and training ever ever again.
Only, I want to row after school, so, you know, it's going to happen again. It's like an addiction. A terrible, terrible, stress-inducing and emotional-trainwreck-like addiction that has a lot of healthy side benefits.
I can only imagine what my life would be like if I'd never started rowing. I can't decide if it would be better or worse.
*sigh*
I just want this whole traumatizing and stressful experience of Selections to be over.