So far I've been up at 5:30 once this week, in the freezing cold to
skate and will be doing the same thing tomorrow. I have two skatedates on the weekend. I haven't yet started
the whole interval training thing off-skates; I'm still trying to psych
myself up. This is code for I have been a slack bitch. Tryouts are in
one month and three days. wtf am i doing? Dudeguy at work asked me why I wouldn't be
ready for it and my answer was that I can't skate yet. I'm wondering if this true,
or if it's only because I've decided it so? For reals, can I actually pull this off, or is it physically impossible?
I've decided regardless I
should at least attempt it - to learn how tryouts work and what
ballpark physically this operates in.
It operates in sheer, unforgiving
tuffness. I already know.
In my life I've copped volleyballs' to the
face; delivered from the fierce meathands of Australian and Olympic
players. I've also dished them out to others. I've torn things, chipped
things, pinched things, blackened things, sprained and burst things. I get pain. I do.
So, why am I terrified of trying to do a crossover?? Why am I psyched out
by the slightest wobble??
Well, Pavlov's dog tells me it's BECAUSE of
those blackened sprains and crutches and ice baths and fat lips that
I'm flipping out like donkey on the edge - nonetheless it seems like an
effectively useless protocol to follow. I'm gunna kick my survival instinct into submission and skate into next week pushing all of my boundaries. It's high
time I took this bitch for a ride and figured out what the fuck she's
made of nowadays.
Shut up and skate bitch.
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