one word

I suppose I’ve put it off long enough. It’s a little difficult to inform the world that you are traveling halfway around the world for a track meet and then never mention how it turned out. People want to hold you accountable for some odd reason. By now, people that know me realize that if they don’t hear anything, things didn’t go so well. Not that it means I’m completely off the hook, because they still get around to asking, but the smart ones know that after they receive the one-word answer, it’s better to leave it alone.

So here’s my one word…

BAD.

And if you really want to get complicated, you could say really bad. I could just leave it at that, and I wish I could, but it makes for a pretty short entry. I am not happy about it and I don’t really understand it, but it is what it is. The thing about track and field is that it’s totally objective. The numbers don’t lie. My numbers made me feel like I was back in high school. And yes, there were strong headwinds and cold weather conditions, but I wasn’t even competitive how I should have been. And not being competitive cost me thousands of dollars, another low blow if you ask me. I even ran another race I wasn’t planning on running just to try and reimburse myself after being robbed. Of course it’s not totally about the money, and it’s not even about poor performances in February and early March. I can get past that and I know I’m motivated to work that much harder in the upcoming months.

At the end of the day I am still glad I went on the trip. I spent 2 weeks in a fabulous country and I am grateful for that opportunity. I also am extremely happy with my progress in the long jump, although it did not show in the results. I fouled most of my jumps but I was nevertheless jumping far. That is the one time when perhaps the numbers did lie…just a little bit.