UGH!! Guess what middle distance did in track today? We ran fifteen 200-meter runs. (Well, I actually did 17, but I'll get to that later.)
It was like a relay; you sprint half a lap, hand it off to someone while you try to recover, then, before you know it, the baton is in your hand and you take off again. Fifteen times. By the fifth one, I was having a really hard time just breathing, and I felt like I was about to throw up. And that was just the fifth. After the eighth, things started getting better. And by the last one (an hour later) I was sprinting the last 50 meters.
Afterwards, I ran another lap (400 meters, or two 200s) just for a cool-down. And fifteen 200s is a half less lap for of two miles, so why stop there when you can run more and say that you practically sprinted two miles (but not back-to-back)?
That was the only thing we did in our workout today. It was the hardest yet. It really doesn't sound like much, but, trust me, it really is. Especially when you're running with seniors who train year-round.
Oh, yeah, another thing. Coach knows my name. She knows it's Annasophie. But with her, you have to be an upperclassman to get her respect. The doesn't appreciate any effort unless it's given by an upperclassman. That's not me. I'm a freshman. So what does she call me? 'Tiny.' Yeah. Great nickname, huh? And then other people started calling me that. I really don't care all that much. It's kinda annoying, but, I mean, if they don't to respect me, they don't have to. Just see if I respect them back.
But by the end of practice, no one called me that anymore. Whatever. Good for them. It's not like I'll be in track next year, anyway. So if Coach thinks that she doesn't have to use my effort, fine, but she better not be thinking, "I'll just train her this year and let her get up to what she's good at next year." No. Doesn't work that way. She won't be seeing me next year.
