Such a bad meet… and by bad I mean weird more than I mean poor, although it was that too.
I’m not really sure what the problem was because I felt fine, I ate well, my legs felt great… I think the problem was actually that I WASN’T nervous. I didn’t feel up for competing really. I long-jumped extra-bad, made the final, and jumped better but had to rush to make it to 300 hurdles. In those I won with a 47 flat, but was still disappointed because I broke my PRing streak from last week- I wanted to run in the 45’s.
Then the 100 hurdles was a disaster, I ran a fairly slow trial but easily won my heat. I realized that we didn’t have a lot of time in between trials and finals, so I sat and worried about having run a 300h, a 100h, and 6 long-jumps before this final. So in the final, I didn’t get out of blocks as well as usual and I got beaten by not more than a 1/10th at the line by a horrible girl who I hate and who I just killed in our dual meet last week and who I beat last year. She ran a 15.3 so I must have run a 15.4.
I am not one to harp on the negative at meets, I let the long-jump go easily enough, but this race holds a special place for me and I started to cry and kept on crying for the next hour. It was a tough loss just considering the girl, and because I have not lost a 100 hurdles race in the league for 3 years up until today. But I guess I should be happy that my bad day today was as good as or better than my best day last year.
After PRing so much last week, I just worry that I messed up somewhere and that I peaked too early, or I start to wonder if I actually am someone who cracks under pressure… I never thought so. sigh I hate bad days… why did it have to be one of the days that really matters? I will MURDER that girl at states. There is no way that she has worked harder than I have and she doesn’t deserve to beat me. :mad:
My ankle feels pretty good… a lot of the tweakiness is gone, so I must have been right about the nerves. Our girls team was league champions for the 8th straight season which put me in a better mood.
Even though I was crying, I still did a proper cooldown and stretch, because how I handle loss is more telling than how I handle victory. I will be ready for the next race and I’m willing to bet that this girl didn’t cool down properly and she won’t be ready for me.
and P.S. I hate all high school/college boys for being rude and cowardly…
I need to think positive- these kinds of things always make me worried and down on myself, which is when I go on hunger strikes or some other kind of relapse. no no no that would not be good…