Well sections are this Thursday at Gaints ridge and as you can probably guess, I'm freaking out. I am so nervous I am on verge of making state according to my coaches (so is Maggie), and I want it so bad, I can taste it. But I gave this terrible fear of failing(actually I always have that fear, but this is something I really love, and want to excel in) and it's just adding to this great pressure to do well that I feel. Which leads me to my dream:
I'm at sections waiting for the guy to count down until it's my turn to go out. It's skate, the first race of the day, and I am ready to go. My couches have prepped me, it's skate I got this. 5...4...3...2...1...GO! I'm off, the girl who went out with me is falling behind. I'm going hard, I won't allow her to pass me. I race ahead of her. Then there's random flashes of me skiing. I've passed the finish line and am using my inhaler. I'm dieing both physically and emotionally. I'm freaking out about how I did. Later on while resting I check out SkinnySki for results, (because for some reason SkinnySki already has the results instead of having then posted on a wall or a building) and see that I've come in 14th. I start freaking out! This is amazing! Then I realize, I can't let anyone pass me. If I do. I wont make state. Then comes the classic race, 3k uphill and 2k downhill. I have my start time memorized and I am ready. Terrified but ready. I go out, and right away my arms are killing me. I can feel that familiar burning sensation in my lungs, and know I will be paying for it. I'm gasping, the cold air like knives to my lungs (what little air manages to reach my lungs). I can feel the lactate acid building up in my body and I feel oh, so heavy. None of this matters though. I can't stop, if I do I won't make state. I make up over the top and start the trek down. Going down, the air hurts my lungs even more, my face is frozen and my eyes are half frozen over. The speed and the sharp turns are terrifying and I barely make some of them. Some how I make it to the finish, where I burst into tears convinced that I've failed. The for some reason it takes a couple of hours for the final results to come in, and I am constantly checking skinny ski. When I've finally given up and have decided that they're not up because I did so bad they don't want to show me, Mrs. Schlauderauff shows up with the results on her phone. I took 5th place. I made it to state!!
And that was my dream last night. There were some things I think I might've forgotten but I can't remember.
SkinnySki- http://www.skinnyski.com/
I'm at sections waiting for the guy to count down until it's my turn to go out. It's skate, the first race of the day, and I am ready to go. My couches have prepped me, it's skate I got this. 5...4...3...2...1...GO! I'm off, the girl who went out with me is falling behind. I'm going hard, I won't allow her to pass me. I race ahead of her. Then there's random flashes of me skiing. I've passed the finish line and am using my inhaler. I'm dieing both physically and emotionally. I'm freaking out about how I did. Later on while resting I check out SkinnySki for results, (because for some reason SkinnySki already has the results instead of having then posted on a wall or a building) and see that I've come in 14th. I start freaking out! This is amazing! Then I realize, I can't let anyone pass me. If I do. I wont make state. Then comes the classic race, 3k uphill and 2k downhill. I have my start time memorized and I am ready. Terrified but ready. I go out, and right away my arms are killing me. I can feel that familiar burning sensation in my lungs, and know I will be paying for it. I'm gasping, the cold air like knives to my lungs (what little air manages to reach my lungs). I can feel the lactate acid building up in my body and I feel oh, so heavy. None of this matters though. I can't stop, if I do I won't make state. I make up over the top and start the trek down. Going down, the air hurts my lungs even more, my face is frozen and my eyes are half frozen over. The speed and the sharp turns are terrifying and I barely make some of them. Some how I make it to the finish, where I burst into tears convinced that I've failed. The for some reason it takes a couple of hours for the final results to come in, and I am constantly checking skinny ski. When I've finally given up and have decided that they're not up because I did so bad they don't want to show me, Mrs. Schlauderauff shows up with the results on her phone. I took 5th place. I made it to state!!
And that was my dream last night. There were some things I think I might've forgotten but I can't remember.
SkinnySki- http://www.skinnyski.com/
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