Friday, May 27, 2011

Nothing to Say...

It's a little difficult to skip over updates of competitions when you have a blog. I'd like to--and at times I do it anyway-- but I know it's a little suspect. The fact of the matter is that sometimes there just isn't much to say. Rio had all the making of a great ending to my trek through Brazil. It had started off good in Belem, showed some promise in Sao Paolo (even though the mark might have seemed somewhat mediocre), and was really going to end with a bang. That was my plan. I thought my mind and body were in agreement but unfortunately they weren't.

Bad performances happen. Sometimes there is insight to be gained. Maybe I mentally wasn't strong and let the environment get the best of me, or perhaps my technique was a bit off and I need to focus on certain cues to make sure I'm telling my body to do what I know it should be doing. But sometimes, like yesterday, there just isn't really much to analyze. All day I felt great and excited to compete. I go to warm up and I felt like crap. No rhyme or reason, it just felt ugh. That's not the total truth… for some reason as soon as I got to the track my stomach started doing the jig and it wasn't the happy one. I blamed it on something I ate (or drank) that had finally got the best of me down here. So I went to the bathroom, made myself throw up to get it out of my system, and tried to get back to business.

But it wasn't there. I honestly felt that when I jumped 6.44 it was a pretty decent jump. Turns out not only was it was the best I could muster the whole night, it was the lowest mark of my season overall. Blah. Blah. Blah. But when you play this game long enough, you know sometimes there really is nothing more to it. I was off and I tried my best to turn it on, but I just couldn't do it. So now that I've said that I don't have anything to say, let's move on, shall we?

10 comments:

Allen W said...

In the bathroom throwing up? You were in the hole before you got started. You have been in this business long enough to know that there will be some downers such as this particular meet. And yes, I agree it is time to move on. Best wishes and good luck. By the way, excellent photo of you in action from a few days ago.

Rachel said...

I'm sorry. That does suck. As much as you know to move on it is hard not to think about it but be encouraged by what you have done and will do!

Usain Bolt said...

Well, you could always post a US taken thong photo and feel better!

w*nk!

Msasa Expo said...

The journey is far more important than the results of a individual event.

Anonymous2 said...

pics of you in Sau Paulo LJ. Also lots of other pics of you in the Brasil GP meets on this Flickr site.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/vascopress/5756387146/in/set-72157605893108453/

Brianna said...

thanks for the picture update! i tried to steal them but they're copyrighted. :)

Dusts Dad aka Anonomous2's Dad said...

Son,

Mom and I are sorry for calling you out in your infatuation with Brianna. It is okay. We will be your parents and love you no matter what son.

Both mom and I forgive you for changing your screen name from Dust to Anonymous2. We understand.

Please come back home. Your mother cries every night and misses her little Dustie poopy face.

Son, just ask her out. Girls like a strong man. Stop pussyfooting your way around things.

Love,
Your dad

Daniel said...

I too would throw up if I wore red shorts with a big square Gold buckle on the front.
Ms. Glenn!
LOL
(Sorry you got sick. You are right, nothing to do but move on. Going to NYC again?)

Anonymous2 said...

Anonymous2 is not Dust. I actually don't even know who Dust is. I follow a lot of jumpers women/men, It's just that Brianna is one of the few that keeps up with a blog. On another note, Brianna you can use a snipping tool or something like that to pull the pictures, but you just can't post them anywhere.

Brianna said...

please pay him no attention!