So this post will not be all that long because I have to get back to studying, but I decided that I studied for an hour straight, I could take some time to myself, listen to a couple songs, check my Facebook and what they hay, write a new post.
Two weeks ago, the genius idea to try out for cheerleading popped in my head. I thought of all the fun I had in high school when there wasn't ridiculously pointless drama and their mama's. I could not stop thinking about how much I loved stunting and came to the realization that after a year of not cheering, I needed to get back to it. So last week I tried out. My body HATED me the next day. Tuesday-Friday of last week, I was very sore and wobbled around, walked slowly, and had trouble getting off my bed, the couch, and chairs, though, I mostly hated climbing stairs. Did I mention I have to climb a numerous amount of stairs everyday to get to and from classes and my apartment on the second floor (even though there isn't a lot) and that my college is set on a hill? A hill that can feel very steep at times? OH and I drive a stick, so I avoided my car as much as possible last week.
I was feeling really good all weekend, grateful to have this awful pain in my body gone, I hate lactic acid. I was moving around like a normal person, able to sit, lay and stand like a normal person, able to drive like a normal person. Well, last week, I decided that I needed to start tumbling again. I set goals for myself years ago that I was determined to meet and I missed it. The last time I took a class or was coached was, brace yourself, 2 years ago. So, I decided it was time, arranged a time and place to take private lessons, and was very excited to get back into it. Well, yesterday was my first lesson. I had to drive for an hour, but it was well worth it because it went really well. By the time I got home to grab a snack and head to class, I could already feel my muscles tighten and the dreadful pain I felt last week, starting to consume my body, again. The pain worsened and by the end of the night, I was in worse pain that I was last week. Everyone knows the day after is always the worst, but what I dreaded even more was having to get out of my best this morning because that would require moving. I was very comfortable and had to get up to go to class. Needless to say, I was not a happy camper this morning.
With these awful achy muscles, I managed to walk all around campus today and have now confined myself to a chair in the BYUI center until I am ready to take my first test of the day. Oh joy!
Oh, and I have already received my first bruise of many to come this semester. It was not from cheerleading because I noticed it yesterday after I got home from tumbling. How I got it, I will never know. Though I am currently in extreme pain, I am very excited for this semester, and in a sense, look forward to more achy muscles and mysterious bruises.
