Hearts were racing, twelve to be exact, lungs were being constricted tighter and tighter with every second that went by, joints were being pushed to their limits as their limbs stretched the farthest they could reach, and yet these twelve people were still able to ignore their injuries. All they revealed was happiness. There was no pain to be seen. No acknowledgement of misery because they all knew they only had those two minutes and thirty seconds to give it their all. Any sense of nervousness had to be crushed before it even started, there was no room for that. These girls were at competition and not just any competition, this was Nationals. Only the best of the best are able to attain this monumental point. When the first drop of sweat trickled down these girls faces in april, during tryouts, they experienced the beginning of what was to come for the next eleven months.
The two aggravating weeks of clinics for tryouts always seem to be never ending. My heart thumped to the beat of my shoes hitting the stiff concrete as I felt myself already begin to sweat off my SPF 100 sunscreen when practice only began two minutes earlier. I was finishing my last lap when I heard a senior yell that there was only thirty seconds left, realizing that I’d have to run another lap if I didn’t make it in on time I began to sprint. I tried to dismiss the soreness I felt from the intense practices the days before and just think about how durable I will become for competition season. By keeping this in mind it was over before I knew it. I relaxed my muscles, making sure to not keep this incessant soreness. Once I received enough water to stay hydrated, I positioned my towel down on the blistering cement to keep from burning myself during stretching.
Stretching can be considered very painful, especially during the clinic and summer practices. At first it feels good, my ligaments are being pulled so that I’m not sore in the morning. This is the time when I...
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