Apparently the trend right now is to be talking about preseason training. Technically we’ve moved into our regular season, but since our first meet isn’t until December 5th and our first real meet isn’t until January 21st, regular season is a bit of a stretch. Except, it means we can have coaches at practice. And that means throwing!
It’s amazing how you look forward to something so much and then once you get it, you wonder how you were excited. Or if you were experiencing memory loss. All I wanted was regular season to start so I could throw (even shot put, I must be crazy) and then it started, and I’m back to being super frustrated. But sometimes still excited. There are just so many things that can go wrong and often they do (sounds like pole vault to anyone?). Luckily I have a fantastic teammate that I made a positivity pact with. Yeah, it sounds kind of stupid, but the worst thing you can do is get into your own head. Plus, with one teammate who spends all practice pouting like her puppy died and two people that just started dating and are super giggly/PDA/why would you do that when I’m holding a twenty pound weight in my hands and have pretty good aim, it’s nice to have a close friend. One to push me and remind me to stay positive.
And it’s working. We’re lifting partners, and I’ve started lifting above my weights. We’re going to be maxing out again in December, and I can’t wait to see how much they go up. I’ve never felt this strong or this comfortable in the weight room. It’s amazing what a new coach can do. Plus, I had two really good practices this week. Shot put actually went well and I was consistently hitting 36-38 off a nice easy full spin. And I’m starting to figure out my feet in the weight throw. Which is good. Plus, I started 2-turning there and got a few decent throws (BU, here I come???)
And then this happened.
I mean, it’s fine. I’m fine. Everything’s fine. Completely snapped the bolt so Coach is going to have an interesting time reassembling the weight. Our only competition implement by the way. What I’m actually angry about is that it was going to be a rocking throw. I have never felt so good-fast, powerful, balanced, in control. I hit all my steps, I got a push with my left hand, and then suddenly I was flying out of the ring. And my entire team was laughing at me.
But like I said, it’s fine. I picked up our back-up weight and started 2-turning. I suppose there’s a lesson in there about perseverance and pushing through adversity and getting back on the horse, but I’m too tired to care. And really, I was just angry that it had to break on one of my good throws.