Mixed Feelings

Today was the first day of summer conditioning and weight training. Because I am in both basketball and fall softball, I had to be to school for workouts at 7 and stay until 11! It was insane! At 7 I had to be in the gym and make 100 shots for basketball. It was really making me mad. I honestly had not picked up a basketball since the end of the season. After I got my 100 shots in, I had to go outside for softball conditioning. It was amazing! Running hills, doing speed drills, core exercises, and just plain running. I loved every second of it! After that was completed, I had to go back into the gym to make 25 free-throws. I only had one left, and I was just about to shoot it when I hear an annoyingly familiar voice shout across the gym, "Annnnastaaayyysshhhaaaaa!" The ball shanked off of the rim as I recognized the voice, it was my 6th grade teacher. He is also the volleyball coach for our school. He is 75% of the reason I quit volleyball. I wanted to go die in a hole! This man has been bothering me since the fourth grade about playing volleyball in high school because of my heigth. He won't leave me alone. "My, you are still growing!" were the first words out of his midget mouth. "How tall is your brother now?" I replied with "Just a little taller than me." This man was not going to leave me alone! I finished my last free-throw and then headed to the weight room. I was bench pressing and he came over and started talking to me again! I wanted to throw the freaking bench at him! Weights ended very good, I am lifting more than most of the other girls. (Which did not surprise anyone.) At nine, basketball practice started. After warm up we spilt in to our respective teams. And much to my displeasure, my team (JV2) got a  new coach, my sixth grade creeper teacher! I was so angery! We were working on our defense, and my team is the "demo defense" team. As I am gaurding a girl at least a foot shorter than me, I can hear some of the girls standing on the side lines talking about me. "Who does she think she is?" "She leaves for a year and a half and then she suddenly gets good at basketball?" "If she gets a starting spot, I'm going to be mad!" Usually comments like this would have made me somewhat upset, but it didn't bother me at all. They can say whatever they want. Surprisingly, Ogallala basketball is a little more intense and aggressive than Syracuse basketball, so I have a little bit of an advantage. Practice ended on a good note because I made a killer baseline post move right before coach blew the wistle. I left school around 11:30. I was so tired and very sore, but it felt amazing. I cannot wait until tomorrow!