Time to declare
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Written with a loving hand by kitt some time around 09:04 on 1 October 2005
Morning of Regionals (full name: The Ultimate Player's Association Club Championships Series Mixed Division Northwest Regional Tournament), and my stomach is a fit of knots. I'm not prepared at all, and I hate to go to just about anything unprepared. Maybe a surprise birthday party, but the only one of those I've ever had wasn't exactly a surprise (I clued in a bit before the actual surprise when no one would go first in the apartment - it was a good try though).
If I had prepared properly for this tournament, I would thrown at least 200 throws a day for the last six weeks. I would have gone for three mile runs twice a week, sprint drills twice a week, plyometrics twice a week, practice twice a week, weight lifting three time a week, stretching every day, and abs every day but game days.
Didn't happen.
I think I would have been happy with just the running part of it all.
Sigh.
Here's what I'm keeping in mind, though, in spite of my stomach, my nerves, and my certainty:
The same is true for the weekend warrior, minus the full support crew, and the players today. Each and every one of them is not at 100%. Each and every one of them has some issue that will adversely affect her athletic performance today.
Even if everything is in place and rockin' physically, the mental game is another matter entirely, and the perfect place for exploitation on the field.
My opponent has no idea of my weaknesses, and I have no intention of showing them to her. One strong play, and I'll be in her head.
Nothing will stop me from being open all. day. long.
Time to declare.
Morning of Regionals (full name: The Ultimate Player's Association Club Championships Series Mixed Division Northwest Regional Tournament), and my stomach is a fit of knots. I'm not prepared at all, and I hate to go to just about anything unprepared. Maybe a surprise birthday party, but the only one of those I've ever had wasn't exactly a surprise (I clued in a bit before the actual surprise when no one would go first in the apartment - it was a good try though).
If I had prepared properly for this tournament, I would thrown at least 200 throws a day for the last six weeks. I would have gone for three mile runs twice a week, sprint drills twice a week, plyometrics twice a week, practice twice a week, weight lifting three time a week, stretching every day, and abs every day but game days.
Didn't happen.
I think I would have been happy with just the running part of it all.
Sigh.
Here's what I'm keeping in mind, though, in spite of my stomach, my nerves, and my certainty:
No one, and I mean no one, goes into an athletic performance at 100%. No one.There is always something. The top professional athletes have injuries, major and minor, but as paid entertainers, they have support to minimize the effects of the injuries.
The same is true for the weekend warrior, minus the full support crew, and the players today. Each and every one of them is not at 100%. Each and every one of them has some issue that will adversely affect her athletic performance today.
Even if everything is in place and rockin' physically, the mental game is another matter entirely, and the perfect place for exploitation on the field.
My opponent has no idea of my weaknesses, and I have no intention of showing them to her. One strong play, and I'll be in her head.
Nothing will stop me from being open all. day. long.
Time to declare.