OK SO SCHOOL HAS STARTED AND I WAS COMPLETELY UNPREPARED.
I mean I did jump into all honors in the 10th grade, not to mention throw in marching band, and swimming.
And the second week of school after a football game and 3 swim meets, you add morning practice everyday in addition to the afternoon practice for swimming, and then marching band practice for 4 hours on Wednesday.
WHAT DID I GET MYSELF INTO.
But basically I just wanted to talk about swimming because it's consuming my life, considering school goes by so fast because I have lunch after 5th hour and I'm just waiting for lunch all day.
So today at afternoon practice we did this thing called a threshold set. For any of you who don't know what a threshold set is, which I would assume a lot of you don't, because I only know of the people on my swim team that would want to swim, and would know what that is. But anyways. A threshold set is where they take your average time for a certain length of the pool. So for a 50 yard event at a cruising speed is about :44. So for 8, 50 yard lengths they want me to go faster than a :47 each time.
So today instead of 50's we did 100 yard lengths. WHICH I ABSOLUTELY HATE BECAUSE THEY ARE THE WORST LENGTH IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD. They are that awkward pace between a sprint and cruising.
So we did 7 100 lengths, and my time was to be done with it and back at the 1:40. Not to mention 5 seconds before we start Chase walks in with this stupid McDonald meal and a pop, and has to time me, and I feel like he's judging me the entire time, chomping on them french fries, when he goes like a 1:03.
So I do 7 of them, and die every single 50. And I went a 1:41 ONCE.
Once I'm done with that, I'm out of breath and these goggles are hurting my head too much, and I get this horrible headache. And then we work on flip turns, and I literally got punched in the face by someone's hand, knocking open the cut on the bridge of my nose from a previous accident of the same nature. And I have to go behind everybody in my lane because I'm the slowest. Then we split into random groups to work on different strokes together, and of course everything I do is wrong, so the coach is yelling 48959864593420 things at me that I'm doing wrong, and I'm already annoyed and my head hurts and I'm tired, and the last thing I want is to be yelled at about swimming.
And coach wouldn't listen to me when I told him I wasn't going to be there tomorrow afternoon, so I guess I just won't tell him then, and he'll have to wonder why I'm not there.
None of you care, sorry, have a nice day.
Delaney
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