GO HOME MARVIN, GO HOME!
I would just like to point out how warm and fuzzy the title makes me feel. I love Angels in the Outfield. Speaking of warm and fuzzy, my face is back to my old beard style. It's different and it will take more effort to maintain but I like how it looks. Plus, a certain Halloween costume demands it.
My day just started really, I woke up at like 12:40. I purposely skipped Music class and I have no shame. I know this music, Beethoven is my favorite composer. Did I mention to anyone that I have some awesome friends here at UConn? I do. I mean, I went to Walmart at 2am with them. That's got to mean something. I just feel really sad that I am going to be leaving them all. I guess I just have a lot of "what if" feelings going on. On the other hand, I am already pretty close friends with the guys on the Gordon track team that I haven't even met yet! There are two of the guys, Jake and Dan who have been really accomodating, both have offered me a place to stay if I need it. Its just really cool to see how people can still retain an inherent friendliness in this generally unfriendly world.
I am really excited about being on the track team at Gordon. I noticed last night as I was talking to Liz that I love track. I've heard before that you can't love something that can't love you back. I love track and field. I love the feeling it gives me and the memories it's already given me. I love the adrenaline going through me when I hear my name called for the discus. I love hearing "SEEEETTT" right before the gun goes off. I love the solemn warmup lap before the meet begins. I love giving my speeches whilst crowded around by my friends and teammates. I love feeling a sense of leadership and importance on the track when the rest of the world regards me as a number. I love having other athletes know your name because they know they have to beat you. I love it when other coaches whisper about you to their athletes. I love the screams from the shot put circle, the feeling you get when you settle into the stance in the circle. The emotion when you foul out on a throw. The emotion when you lose a race by a few feet. The emotion of hitting a mark only a few inches behind first. Dropping the baton in a relay. Taking the baton with 100 meters to go for the win.
I love track and field. Even though it might take me a while to get into the mindset of being a Fighting Scot for Gordon, I want that pride that I used to feel for the Falcons. I want to hold my head up because I am on a team that deserves respect. I've always known I wouldn't really be the best at any event, but ask anyone I've ever worked with: I always work to be the best. "He will never be the best and you won't settle for anything less."
Track and field, my family, my best friends, and Christ. You can't love something that can't love you back. I refuse to believe that.
My day just started really, I woke up at like 12:40. I purposely skipped Music class and I have no shame. I know this music, Beethoven is my favorite composer. Did I mention to anyone that I have some awesome friends here at UConn? I do. I mean, I went to Walmart at 2am with them. That's got to mean something. I just feel really sad that I am going to be leaving them all. I guess I just have a lot of "what if" feelings going on. On the other hand, I am already pretty close friends with the guys on the Gordon track team that I haven't even met yet! There are two of the guys, Jake and Dan who have been really accomodating, both have offered me a place to stay if I need it. Its just really cool to see how people can still retain an inherent friendliness in this generally unfriendly world.
I am really excited about being on the track team at Gordon. I noticed last night as I was talking to Liz that I love track. I've heard before that you can't love something that can't love you back. I love track and field. I love the feeling it gives me and the memories it's already given me. I love the adrenaline going through me when I hear my name called for the discus. I love hearing "SEEEETTT" right before the gun goes off. I love the solemn warmup lap before the meet begins. I love giving my speeches whilst crowded around by my friends and teammates. I love feeling a sense of leadership and importance on the track when the rest of the world regards me as a number. I love having other athletes know your name because they know they have to beat you. I love it when other coaches whisper about you to their athletes. I love the screams from the shot put circle, the feeling you get when you settle into the stance in the circle. The emotion when you foul out on a throw. The emotion when you lose a race by a few feet. The emotion of hitting a mark only a few inches behind first. Dropping the baton in a relay. Taking the baton with 100 meters to go for the win.
I love track and field. Even though it might take me a while to get into the mindset of being a Fighting Scot for Gordon, I want that pride that I used to feel for the Falcons. I want to hold my head up because I am on a team that deserves respect. I've always known I wouldn't really be the best at any event, but ask anyone I've ever worked with: I always work to be the best. "He will never be the best and you won't settle for anything less."
Track and field, my family, my best friends, and Christ. You can't love something that can't love you back. I refuse to believe that.