...and then i lost it. *hangs head and cries*
The day started out pretty good. Except for the fact that the shower broke, and when I tried to wash my hair in the kitchen sink I discovered that the sink was also broken. As I attempted to figure out how to get the shampoo/conditioner out of my hair time slipped away.By the time my ride came I had just barely managed to be ready. That really just means I managed to do my hair and get dressed, and make a lunch. My bag was already packed and so was most of my food. I wound up eating breakfast on the bus and breakfast was a bag of dorritos. -_- After that things got better, I went to sleep, woke up at Gaints Ridge. We had just about the entire chalet to ourselves (though we all crowded together anyways) and had a good time just relaxing and mentally preparing for race one. The first race was skate, and the course was all hills. Up and down, with the ups being just gross. I started out pretty good, but halfway through started to feel tired, and then pushed in through it. Skate? Uphill? I got this. This is my thing. I was 15th at the end of that race. Which is way better than I had thought I did, and I think if I had pushed myself harder that I could've maybe made it a 14th place. Well the girl in front of me was 10 seconds ahead of me, so the thought me catching her is almost a possibility. Tony, my couch, told me that to make state all I had to do was pass one person and not let anyone pass me. With that knowledge in my head, I tried to forget it. I didn't want to go into the race assuming that I would make it, so instead I put my legs in the ait (putting them above your heart helps with lactate acid) and took a nap. I woke up, stretched some more, drank some gatorade, ate a gronola bar, changed back into my race clothes and tested wax. Classic. Apperently classic is my stronger style, or at least that's what everyone else says. I personally think that skate is my batter style, but I guess not. The trail was 3k uphill , 2k down. Once again I felt good in the begining, and I even passed three people. THREE! Then my wax stuck. Literally. I'm such an idiot, I didn't check my glide enough and paid for it. So about 2K in, I died. Right in front of Vlad and Marky, And got passed in front of them. I wound up missing state by 8 seconds. I started crying as soon as I passed the finish line. I never gave up during the race though. I did cry alot that day. I don't mean to sound rude or ungrateflul right about now, but; I got seriously sick of everybody saying that I'm just a sophmore.
The next day as soon as I got to practice, I was ready to go. I started skiing right away. The plan for the day was just to ski 5k easy. I wound up following Marky's tracks up around the bottom loop and up the wall. I wound up at the top and just stayed up there. I skied 11 big loops, at a prettty good speed. I realized it was more of a punishment ski than a work out. Then i went down and finished the bottom loop.Then that night after the dance (homecoming) I soaked Jake's shirt, crying about state. He's good person. He just held me and told me to sleep (I was also really tired)
The day started out pretty good. Except for the fact that the shower broke, and when I tried to wash my hair in the kitchen sink I discovered that the sink was also broken. As I attempted to figure out how to get the shampoo/conditioner out of my hair time slipped away.By the time my ride came I had just barely managed to be ready. That really just means I managed to do my hair and get dressed, and make a lunch. My bag was already packed and so was most of my food. I wound up eating breakfast on the bus and breakfast was a bag of dorritos. -_- After that things got better, I went to sleep, woke up at Gaints Ridge. We had just about the entire chalet to ourselves (though we all crowded together anyways) and had a good time just relaxing and mentally preparing for race one. The first race was skate, and the course was all hills. Up and down, with the ups being just gross. I started out pretty good, but halfway through started to feel tired, and then pushed in through it. Skate? Uphill? I got this. This is my thing. I was 15th at the end of that race. Which is way better than I had thought I did, and I think if I had pushed myself harder that I could've maybe made it a 14th place. Well the girl in front of me was 10 seconds ahead of me, so the thought me catching her is almost a possibility. Tony, my couch, told me that to make state all I had to do was pass one person and not let anyone pass me. With that knowledge in my head, I tried to forget it. I didn't want to go into the race assuming that I would make it, so instead I put my legs in the ait (putting them above your heart helps with lactate acid) and took a nap. I woke up, stretched some more, drank some gatorade, ate a gronola bar, changed back into my race clothes and tested wax. Classic. Apperently classic is my stronger style, or at least that's what everyone else says. I personally think that skate is my batter style, but I guess not. The trail was 3k uphill , 2k down. Once again I felt good in the begining, and I even passed three people. THREE! Then my wax stuck. Literally. I'm such an idiot, I didn't check my glide enough and paid for it. So about 2K in, I died. Right in front of Vlad and Marky, And got passed in front of them. I wound up missing state by 8 seconds. I started crying as soon as I passed the finish line. I never gave up during the race though. I did cry alot that day. I don't mean to sound rude or ungrateflul right about now, but; I got seriously sick of everybody saying that I'm just a sophmore.
The next day as soon as I got to practice, I was ready to go. I started skiing right away. The plan for the day was just to ski 5k easy. I wound up following Marky's tracks up around the bottom loop and up the wall. I wound up at the top and just stayed up there. I skied 11 big loops, at a prettty good speed. I realized it was more of a punishment ski than a work out. Then i went down and finished the bottom loop.Then that night after the dance (homecoming) I soaked Jake's shirt, crying about state. He's good person. He just held me and told me to sleep (I was also really tired)
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