Coach hates me… or something. I’ve also learned that she is kind of spiteful.
I suppose it was my fault. I didn’t realize the meet this weekend was going to be on Sunday. Until yesterday, I could have sworn it was a Saturday. So I had to let Coach know today that I couldn’t compete because I was in a dance performance.
Well, sorry for not dedicating my life to track.
Anyway, she feels that track is more important than this dance performance, even though I have to be in it. And that wasn’t even the only thing.
She freakin’ scratched me from the 100 today because I “didn’t warm up enough.”
Okay. Back in high school, I never warmed up for anything. And I get injured more here than I did back on the high school track team. And when I do warm up, it only takes me around 15-20 minutes, and since I ran in a relay previous to what was supposed to be my dash, I was already warm, so I didn’t need more than 10 minutes. Sorry Coach; you may have needed an hour, but I don’t need more than 20 minutes to warm up.
So, this is the outcome of this glorious fucking day; she’s pissed at me; she said “I was so excited about your 200 time that I was gonna take you to Penn Relays, but now I need to think about it… I need to figure our your future on the team.”
So, because I didn’t warm up because I didn’t need to, and because I have a life outside of track, I’m possibly gonna get booted off of the team? The one message that came to me throughout the whole thing was that she thinks I’m not committed enough to the team. That pisses me off more than anything in the world. What the hell is that supposed to mean?! I’ve been to as many practices as I could go to, I’ve been to every meet I was supposed to compete in. I’ve trained and tried to figure out a way to get faster, I’ve been injured and haven’t said anything about it so I could continue to do what she wanted me to do. Like, for instance, my back is painfully out. It’s been out for a few days. I still ran and jumped. Plus I jumped even after my knees started to hurt. How is that NOT committed?
Whatever. I’ll come back next fall whether she fucking likes it or not.
This is so fucking ironic; I finally get serious about something, only to get that thing possibly taken away from me.
And people wondered why I’ve always been so afraid to take a risk and get serious about something and strive to achieve a goal; because I FAIL in the end, no matter what I do.
You didn’t fail, don’t even think that kind of thought.
Your coach is just a lazy bitch who needs to pull her head out of her ass. Your busting your ass, keep at it. Maybe the more you succeed, the more it pisses her off. Use that as your motivation. Succeed more and more just so she gets more and more spiteful and you can just metaphorically spit in her face.