I can’t tell you how many times I’ve said that over the course of my life as an athlete. And even more so in college when I ran on a scholarship. I kind of miss it (like a whole freaking lot).
Sunday morning my daddio and I went to a different kind of practice.
The Tampa Bay Lightning had an open practice (free to the public) at a rink near where I live, so my dad and I headed over around 8 a.m. with coffee and hot chocolate in hand. I forgot how cold ice rinks are!
Florida is making me soft.
We had a lot of fun, and now I have to brush up on my hockey trivia. Code for: find out which players aren’t younger than me and marry one.
Saturday was a day of nothing. And it was everything. I got up late, went for a walk, read my books, got coffee, and strolled my old college campus. OMG memories. OMG I’m old. OMG I can see her butt cheeks.
I left so much sweat on that track. I circled that thing hundreds and hundreds of times. You see that scoreboard? I almost barfed there once during a 1200 interval. I hated this track at times and I loved it more than anything other times.
Morning practices, team bonding, meets under the lights, wishing each set were over but hoping the season would never end because that means everything ended. “I can’t, I have practice in the morning.” was something I was SO PROUD to say. Even if it meant I missed out on some things, I wasn’t missing out the next morning on something that made me feel like a better person. 400s and 800s and 1200s and hurdle after hurdle–those are my college memories and I relived them for a short time on Saturday.
Any college athletes out there?