I started out 115 pounds and I'm now 108.
But now that soccer is over I'm expecting those 7 pounds back within the next 2 weeks.
I don't really want them back, they can go and dance around all 7 pound-y somewhere else. But I don't really want to exercise anymore either. Soccer was fun, it was fun, but it was tiring. I don't regret doing it, but I did regret doing it after trying to run the track in 1 minute 30 seconds. I did regret doing it when I could taste copper in the back of my throat, and I did regret doing it after I got badass cramps. In the long run though, after a killer 1 loss,1 tie season. I do not regret it.
I do not want to run long distance any more, and have aching muscles anymore, and taste copper any more.
But I still kind of do.
See, the soccer coaches think I'm pretty fast. Coach Chatman even talked to the track coach, Coach T and invited her out to one of the practices to see me run around and chase the ball. She came and talked to me and suggested that I should do 400 metre and 800 metre and long distance running, you know, because soccer is a running sport.
She talked to me as if I was in track already, and this got me pretty excited.
I jogged past the coaches and Coach Angel was all ass like and said "Oooh Katrina. Did you just get recruited?"
I was like "lmao, I guess"
Track tryouts are on Saturday. I don't know if I should do it. Because I just feel too lazy to do anything right now. But I want to do sprints and I want to do hurdles. Also, I want to keep those 7 pounds OFF.
Plus they have killer hoodies, the track team does.
I don't want to run too much though. I don't like running for ages. I don't want to run up the mountain, I don't want to have to go to tryouts again without knowing anyone. I don't want to run and make myself hurt. I wouldn't fit in with all those tall chicks who wear the shortest short shorts for what reason, I wouldn't have a clue.
I want those killer hoodies.
C'mon.
Help a brother out.
ina