Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Fear Part III

So I've actually been planning to write this for a while, but since tomorrow is our first "real" meet, I suppose now is a good time to actually post.

Here I am, a junior, who's been on varsity for three years now. And every year, I've been part of some form of the relay. Freshman year, I was the alternate for the 4X100, which meant that I didn't run at all; sophomore year, I ran third leg almost every week. And this year, I run first and second leg. So I've had tons of practice. We practice handoffs at least twice a week, and we run them in a real race twice (most of the time). So I shouldn't be scared of anything about the relay, right?

Wrong. My biggest fear is of the baton: a piece of metal no more than a foot long. A cylinder that sprinters throw to each other as a game. But to me, it's curse. It's the baton that needs to make it around the track in a relay, not the runners. It's the baton that has to be passed on to each leg, not speed or thoughts of encouragement. It's the baton that means anything at all.

The reason that I'm afraid of the baton dates back to freshman year, to my very first relay. Which I suppose makes sense, my first experience being bad sticks with me the longest. So I was put in as anchor leg, because the anchor had pissed our coach off and he was proving that she was making a mistake and that the relay didn't need her. Well, that was wrong. I was beyond nervous, and when I was supposed to put my hand back, I did my right instead of my left. Now, it may not seem that bad, but when the baton was supposed to stay in the middle of the lane, and the girl passing to me had to try and cross it over my body... well bad things happened. We were disqualified. But worse than that, I proved that I wasn't ready to be on a relay. I felt as though I didn't deserve to be on a relay ever again, and still, when I practice or when I'm in a race, that moment when I have to put my hand back, I think of that. I think of the moment when I didn't just ruin my chance of proving that I deserved to be on the relay, I let down the rest of my team who wanted to win. And I'm terrified of doing that again.

-Pippi

Saturday, March 9, 2013

The clock is tick-tocking

On Thursday, we had a "practice" meet--basically just to test the equipment. But I didn't run.

My shin splints continue to keep a grip on my legs. True, they are getting better (slowly), but the healing process can never be fast enough for me. There was also a knot that developed in my right calf, which I went to CJ's to get rubbed out. Certain people *AHEM* think I'm so funny during this process that I should be recorded :) Full speed continually evades me. I am never in shape. I am never able to do the entire workout. I am never completely healthy. Icing, rubbing, stretching, even physical therapy, for goodness sake, and my shins continue to ache. How can I maintain my varsity status if I can't even workout?

Biggest fear, right there. Watching my friends surpass me (as if they haven't already) while I sit on the sidelines, icing my broken shins.

On the bright side, track workouts are still awesome. Best part of my day, by far. [random thought interjection--I wonder if people from outside the US read these blogs so they can learn English better...?] My dual part on the Jump Squad is going well. Hopefully I'll be setting some PRs soon :)

I know that before I realize it, the season will be over. Just like that, my junior year, gone. And there will be only one year remaining. But before then, I've gotta set some records!

I can already see the banquet now...

~Dr. Z

Sunday, March 3, 2013

So, this is....weird. I've never had a blog before or written anything that random people can view and I can't guarantee that if you read this you will find it interesting but here it goes......

Track season.  The glorious time of year where you practice everyday after school, wake up sore, and put pressure on yourself to be the best. I have been doing this for three years now and I still worry, I still feel sick, I still complain and yet I'm the veteran that should absolutely love running till my heart bursts and my head pops. So if people have expectations for me and I have expectations for myself why is it that I'm not were I imagined I would be? Junior year, three year Varsity sprinter invited to multiple invitationals and CIF twice, the winner of several awards and yet I'm not standing in the spot I would like to see myself in.

I have struggled with trying to make my life perfect and track is one of the larger puzzle pieces. I set all of these expectations for myself, told myself I am going to be the best, smash records, get scholarships. But how can I achieve these things when I'm terrified of every race? What am I terrified of though? I don't fear running out of my lane, I don't fear falling but what I do fear is time. It's not the fear of getting last, not the horror of someone passing you but the horror of not improving, not getter stronger, or better, or faster. That is what I fear.

Perhaps it's all in my head, it is possible that I'm just tired of running but I can't think like that because the season is here. Again, time is making me cower in a corner. I used to lie in bed Wednesday night before a meet and imagine what my races would look like but now I think that actually held me back. I found a quote awhile ago that I will remember forever it goes, "What screws us up most in life is the picture in our head of how it is supposed to be". This quote has made me think of not just track differently but the way I live my life as well.

I most often run the 400m dash which is really not a dash at all, one lap around the track. I hate this race. I would love to run the 100m or participate in the 200m race more but when it comes to the 400m I despise it. It never hit me why I hate that race but at this very moment I realized why. I hate it because I can think during the race. It refers back to the quote up above, about having a picture in your mind of how something is supposed to be and that's what I'm doing as I'm running around the track.

Holy smokes I wrote a lot. Well I enjoy writing (or in this case typing) so that's why and writing this made me feel better not only about myself but in the way I live my life. I hope that if you had the strength to read all of this you compared it to something in your life whether it's relationships, school, or the future. Humans strive for perfection and it's a topic I bring up often and the bottom line is that nothing is going to turn out exactly how you imagine it so don't do it in the first place.

~Jack