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So that wasn't as bad as I thought it was. Ran a stadium, then saw Coach and found out what the workout was. So then I ran to Forest Glen and back and then finished the course. My blisters were really killing me and I really just wish they would heal without me having to actually not run. I felt really tired, and like I was going really slow. I just guess I didn't realize how hard I ran on Tuesday. Like, the bottom of my calves and my achilles and shins are just so incredibly tight that they're making my plantar fascia tight, and I'm really worried about getting plantar fascitis, aside from the whole shin splints thing. But they didn't bother me as much. Maybe they were just tired after all.
But I strangely felt better after my run. Well, not strangely, but better than I expected. I think I need another resolution to be more confident. I have like no confidence. The whole episode from July-November just destroyed me mentally, and I think my mental endurance is taking longer to get back up to speed than my physical endurance is.
But I was so stressed out about everything; I needed to get out today, and just bask in the golden sunlight and get everything out.
I'm really upset about Ms. Foster leaving. She's the greatest and I love her so much and I don't know how I'm going to get through AP Lit without her awesomeness. It just won't be the same. I'm really happy for her, because Oxford is like the MIT of English, but I will miss her soooo soooo much.
I just can't believe that's going to be me in 8 months. Like, to be so far away from all your friends and the life that you're so used to living...
But I need to run today because I needed inspiration. As it turns out, XC is apparently the bastard child of the yearbook sports section and no one chose to even do those pages, so I was outraged and pledged to make it the most kickass section ever. It's just not fair, how XC is the best sport, and no one even cares about it except those who run it.
XC just meant so much to me, and I feel like it's my last chance to do the sport any justice.
When I got home, my shoes were in a box on the front steps, and they are just so exceedingly beautiful that I don't want to even mess then up.
Can't believe I turn 17 in two days. But what difference does it really make?
Man. A lot to think about today.
"There's a light at each end of this tunnel,
You shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out
And these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again
If you only try turning around..."
...Just breathe. That song is just so amazing, it just fits so well with everything, and it's been stuck in my head since Tuesday.
Ok, I'm done rambling.