"it's okay kara. at least you tried."
I had tryouts yesterday.
Oh, but not just any tryout.
FINESSE TRYOUTS. And it was my frist tryout, thank you very much.
God, I was so nervous. I never felt like that before.
My heart was racing a bazzilion miles an hour, my eyes couldn't keep focus on anything nor my mind, and my whole body was shaking in the car when we drove forty five minutes away at eight thirty in the morning.
I thought I was going to piss my pants.
When we arrived, I was better. I really was.
Until I saw the other girls.
I was terrified.
They all were at least nine months older than me, and more experienced than me.
I was so scared. So petrified.
So we did all these infeild drills and I did okay, my dad was kinda pissed because I was supposedly "not trying hard enough".
God, I thought I was going to die out there.
I almost broke out in tears twice. TWICE. I have no idea why, but-- I was just a nervous wreck.
After that we did hitting for an hour, and half the people went home except for the pitchers and catchers.
I was soooo relieved it was going to be all over and all I would have to do is pitch and feel better.
But I didn't. I saw girls throwing in the 60s and they were just...
good. so good it was scary.
motherfuckingscary.
"it's okay, kara. at least you tried."
That's the last sentence out of my dad's mouth through the whole car ride.
I wanted to cry I was so disapointed in myself.
Oh, but not just any tryout.
FINESSE TRYOUTS. And it was my frist tryout, thank you very much.
God, I was so nervous. I never felt like that before.
My heart was racing a bazzilion miles an hour, my eyes couldn't keep focus on anything nor my mind, and my whole body was shaking in the car when we drove forty five minutes away at eight thirty in the morning.
I thought I was going to piss my pants.
When we arrived, I was better. I really was.
Until I saw the other girls.
I was terrified.
They all were at least nine months older than me, and more experienced than me.
I was so scared. So petrified.
So we did all these infeild drills and I did okay, my dad was kinda pissed because I was supposedly "not trying hard enough".
God, I thought I was going to die out there.
I almost broke out in tears twice. TWICE. I have no idea why, but-- I was just a nervous wreck.
After that we did hitting for an hour, and half the people went home except for the pitchers and catchers.
I was soooo relieved it was going to be all over and all I would have to do is pitch and feel better.
But I didn't. I saw girls throwing in the 60s and they were just...
good. so good it was scary.
motherfuckingscary.
"it's okay, kara. at least you tried."
That's the last sentence out of my dad's mouth through the whole car ride.
I wanted to cry I was so disapointed in myself.