Prelude: Serenity.
June camp is 8 hours away. Imagine 10 OAC trainings back to back, and you are not far from the truth. I'm nervous. Scared. Panickk-ing. There are a thousand-and-one excuses why things WILL GO WRONG tomorrow.
Correction: today.
My mind is a blank slate on which I'll probably try to scribble some stuffs from the notes on the basics. Wish me luck.
I want to be as insignificant during June camp as possible. Just fade into the silent background of phyllis' and zhi quan's and jia wei's world. A private world. A world without seniors. And grand*evil*seniors. How does one keep the team morale up by being quiet? I don't know.. All that happens is I just lapse into a seriousness that my team interprets as depression. Maybe fixing a permanent smile on my face under such pressure. *shudders* (stop screaming at me.. please stop yelling at me.. please.. just SHUT UP.)
Few things to chant through the intervals of pain:
I love push ups
I love pull ups
I love sit ups
I love RUNNING
I love burpies
I love jumping
joshuas jacks
I LOVE my TEAMJune camp?
No Big Deal.
Just a sick kind of enjoyment derived from free-falling to a sickening crunch on the asphalt.
Fun.
Really.