Complacency is my school life right now. I'm at an attitude of "I don't really care and I'm fine." That's not good. A few weeks ago i was a head of the game, working hard, everyday, got my homework done, studying all the time... etc. The thing is, it wasn't bad. I didn't feel overwhelmed and i didn't not like it. So why am i now being a bitch, and not doing my work? Why? I think it's very simple. I fell one step behind. One step behind, and i said fuck that. It's weird i worked really hard, but then totally forgot to watch a movie and write a summary, so i got dismayed. The thing is, I've made up my mind. I'm done being a little pansy and this shit happening. I'm starting my hard work ethic in school and busting my ass. I'm behind in a few classes and have skipped one too many classes of Math Theory; so now i know that i have to work.
On the contra positive, i'm not complacent with ultimate and practicing. The diesel and myself have been to the pool, he loved it and so did i. It got my shoulder and biceps and triceps really working, and DZ was complaining about it a day after the fact, so he knows its a good thing. Swimming is going to be my alternative to hardcore lifting; my schedule at the moment has been hectic and will most likely stay that way. Therefore i've decided swimming will become one of my main exercise routines. Running is top priority, then my throwing, then my overall size. Size is not really a factor right now, i'm huge and am comparatively to everyone else on the team. Running and my cardio has been hurting real bad because i have been sick, but i'm constantly working on it. I haven't really been able to breathe well/at all and when i ran 800s it really showed; i was drained, mainly because i didn't have enough oxygen and my muscles didn't feel fatigued but like near failure. Swimming is going to help me a) rebuild some lost muscles, b) work on my cardio, c) get me back into great shape. It was great watching DZ really struggle but still try to push through and keep working. I helped him learn some stuff about form and stroke and he really enjoyed the total workout.
On another note: I quit the BBoard.
Going Back to Rehab
So I'm making up a little swim practice for a few cripples and myself. I'm trying to focus it on abs, and am reasoning through a bunch of different drills to do to work them. Anything italicizes if just for me. And anything in red is just for the crips, and not me.
Warm Up
200 yds - swim
200 yds - kick
200 yds - drill
Legs: 45 seconds rest in between each exercise
100 - kick
2X50 kick (15 seconds rest)
4X25 kick (15 seconds rest)
(2 min rest)
50 fly kick
2X25 fly kick (15 seconds)
50 fly kick
200 easy kick choice
Abs
{
8X 25 reach drill (1:00)
8X25 tarzan drill (1:00)
50 easy
hard kicks from wall X2
} X2
Last Set:
Boot Camp (non stop) X 5
2 X 100 pull
4 X 50 pull
200 pull
4X50 pull
100 pull
45(+5 sec for 50) second base
Warm down:
300 easy
Total Yards ~3500 (2 miles)
Honestly. This is a cake practice. I don't know how i'll do considering this is one of my first interval trainings.
Warm Up
200 yds - swim
200 yds - kick
200 yds - drill
Legs: 45 seconds rest in between each exercise
100 - kick
2X50 kick (15 seconds rest)
4X25 kick (15 seconds rest)
(2 min rest)
50 fly kick
2X25 fly kick (15 seconds)
50 fly kick
200 easy kick choice
Abs
{
8X 25 reach drill (1:00)
8X25 tarzan drill (1:00)
50 easy
hard kicks from wall X2
} X2
Last Set:
Boot Camp (non stop) X 5
2 X 100 pull
4 X 50 pull
200 pull
4X50 pull
100 pull
45(+5 sec for 50) second base
Warm down:
300 easy
Total Yards ~3500 (2 miles)
Honestly. This is a cake practice. I don't know how i'll do considering this is one of my first interval trainings.
Introspective Look
I've been a little upset over the last few days. I can't believe i stopped swimming. I mean, wow. It was my life; i had lots of friends, had lots of fun, and was very good at it. I recently looked over the Pittsburgh top times and other non-sense, and saw the 100 butterfly top times of this year. God fucking damn it my best time would have been like 3rd or maybe 4th. This all comes at the light of Ricky and his stardom at the moment. For those of you who don't know who i am talking about google "Ricky Henahan." He's a good friend of mine, who iv'e sadly not been in superb contact with. We are really best friends, we can hang out anytime and just good around. The thing is Ricky has been, even though he is younger, kinda of someone i looked up to. He was bigger, faster, and an all around better swimmer. He inspired me. Ricky and I always talked about the most random shit and had insane things to talk about; i remember drives to Fairport during which i taught Ricky the proper way to tell a girl to leave him alone, and the proper way of burning a bridge - both of these are obscene sexual gesture, which i care not to discuss.
The thing is, I've decided i love Ultimate. I love it so much. But swimming is still there. My unrequited love. How pathetic, ha. It's not so much that i miss working my ass of 2 hours in the morning and afternoon, to be tired and not be able to do anything with any one, but it's that i miss being great and being apart of a team that was exceptional. FAST (Fairport Area Swim Team) was the club that i swam for 3 years and had devoted a good portion of my life. My best friends were from there, my best memories are there, my greatest moments are there. I gained some of the best friends from swimming; Ricky, Todd, Brad, Dan, Hailey, Will... the list goes on. They were people i loved to be around: they would call me up, i would call them up, we'd have bon-fires, hang out, play halo, drive around for hours, eat ice cream.... everything. I lived a grand and hilarious life. Elias, our whipping boy, reminds me of the best story bar none:
Traditionally, after home/away meets we would celebrate our win, or drown our sorrows at our local BK. It had been a tradition followed for around 7 years, and was a great one. The thing about Elias Homerin is that he isn't normal. He has 3 balls, is somewhat disturbed, has a foot fetish, and is an absolute retard- but he was so loyal and annoying it hurt. He is Ricky's bitch, and was mine for the ladder half of my swimming career. On a side note, he has actually gotten a hell of a lot better, he made states and is becoming a decent swimmer, even though he has no form and is annoying as ever. But, i digress. BK, Elias, mischief. It all started after some meet we had lost, probably a meet Ricky and i had won in our events but the rest of our shit team couldn't even swim in, we got there before Elias and his van of people, and set down to eat our Grilled Chicken Sandwiches. Out of the corner of my ear, i hear an Elias retard noise (he makes wierd noises, and there is no point to them), so i ignore it. Two minutes later Elias and the rest of the people with him come back in tears, Elias was foodless, and everyone else couldnt stop laughing. What had happened? Elias had 7 dollars to spend, Elias is not normal, he spent 10 dollars, he asked if he could borrow the rest of the money.... from the lady at the counter. "I just need three dollars, can i just borrow it. I come here often, i'll pay you back." This story was awarded the "I'll Pay You Back" paper plate award.
Yet, why... why in a semi ultimate related blog, do i bring this up? I haven't had any of these moments yet. I feel a bit adrift in college life and i feel a little isolated. I think it's due to my nature. When i was at FAST i was forced into being with people, High School was an obvious duh, and i didn't worry about much. Now i am forced to think about my FAFSA forms, my next year living condition, working hard, working for money, making sure i had enough money, paying for tournaments, it's become overwhelming. I don't think it's so much overwhelming as much as i am just distressed. I need a friend to vent to, someone willing to put up with shit and help motivate me. With Ricky gone, and swimming for the moment on retainer, i feel empty and feel that i need something or someone to push me. Personally self motivation for me doesn't work. Seeing someone in lane 2 swimming next to you, and saying "fuck that I'm not losing to him" does push me. Ricky, for no particular reason other then being good and being a friend, pushed me to being a great swimmer - something i regret now completely giving up. Yet now i search for someone to push me to become a great ultimate player. Someone who will push me, care about me, and care about my struggle. I'm not clingy, I really don't think I am, I just want to be able to say, "Yeah he's my friend, he pushes me hard, and i really appreciate it."
The thing is, I've decided i love Ultimate. I love it so much. But swimming is still there. My unrequited love. How pathetic, ha. It's not so much that i miss working my ass of 2 hours in the morning and afternoon, to be tired and not be able to do anything with any one, but it's that i miss being great and being apart of a team that was exceptional. FAST (Fairport Area Swim Team) was the club that i swam for 3 years and had devoted a good portion of my life. My best friends were from there, my best memories are there, my greatest moments are there. I gained some of the best friends from swimming; Ricky, Todd, Brad, Dan, Hailey, Will... the list goes on. They were people i loved to be around: they would call me up, i would call them up, we'd have bon-fires, hang out, play halo, drive around for hours, eat ice cream.... everything. I lived a grand and hilarious life. Elias, our whipping boy, reminds me of the best story bar none:
Traditionally, after home/away meets we would celebrate our win, or drown our sorrows at our local BK. It had been a tradition followed for around 7 years, and was a great one. The thing about Elias Homerin is that he isn't normal. He has 3 balls, is somewhat disturbed, has a foot fetish, and is an absolute retard- but he was so loyal and annoying it hurt. He is Ricky's bitch, and was mine for the ladder half of my swimming career. On a side note, he has actually gotten a hell of a lot better, he made states and is becoming a decent swimmer, even though he has no form and is annoying as ever. But, i digress. BK, Elias, mischief. It all started after some meet we had lost, probably a meet Ricky and i had won in our events but the rest of our shit team couldn't even swim in, we got there before Elias and his van of people, and set down to eat our Grilled Chicken Sandwiches. Out of the corner of my ear, i hear an Elias retard noise (he makes wierd noises, and there is no point to them), so i ignore it. Two minutes later Elias and the rest of the people with him come back in tears, Elias was foodless, and everyone else couldnt stop laughing. What had happened? Elias had 7 dollars to spend, Elias is not normal, he spent 10 dollars, he asked if he could borrow the rest of the money.... from the lady at the counter. "I just need three dollars, can i just borrow it. I come here often, i'll pay you back." This story was awarded the "I'll Pay You Back" paper plate award.
Yet, why... why in a semi ultimate related blog, do i bring this up? I haven't had any of these moments yet. I feel a bit adrift in college life and i feel a little isolated. I think it's due to my nature. When i was at FAST i was forced into being with people, High School was an obvious duh, and i didn't worry about much. Now i am forced to think about my FAFSA forms, my next year living condition, working hard, working for money, making sure i had enough money, paying for tournaments, it's become overwhelming. I don't think it's so much overwhelming as much as i am just distressed. I need a friend to vent to, someone willing to put up with shit and help motivate me. With Ricky gone, and swimming for the moment on retainer, i feel empty and feel that i need something or someone to push me. Personally self motivation for me doesn't work. Seeing someone in lane 2 swimming next to you, and saying "fuck that I'm not losing to him" does push me. Ricky, for no particular reason other then being good and being a friend, pushed me to being a great swimmer - something i regret now completely giving up. Yet now i search for someone to push me to become a great ultimate player. Someone who will push me, care about me, and care about my struggle. I'm not clingy, I really don't think I am, I just want to be able to say, "Yeah he's my friend, he pushes me hard, and i really appreciate it."
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