I miss the summer. When I did what I wanted to do. Nobody told me how far or how hard or how long to run. Just me. I miss two a days, which my dumb coach won't let me do. I miss not getting injured. I miss the time when I liked to run and race. I miss triathlon. I miss triathlon training. I miss being my own coach. I miss running by myself. I miss running camp. I miss being my only competitor and thinking I was good. I miss going to sleep at night with 2 or 3 workouts under my belt and knowing I've run for 10+ days straight. I miss running 10 miles at 9 o'clock at night.
Now it's just the stupid fall. Stupid cross country season. Stupid coaches who tell me what I can and can't do, and then yell at me when I get hurt of am sick. Stupid school. Stupid everything. I want to quit, but I don't. UGH!
Now it's just the stupid fall. Stupid cross country season. Stupid coaches who tell me what I can and can't do, and then yell at me when I get hurt of am sick. Stupid school. Stupid everything. I want to quit, but I don't. UGH!