Final Stretch

First day of practice was this morning. Not too surprisingly, I actually slept last night. I didn't get much sleep over the weekend, but even though I was tired the anticipation of practice kept me up for a while.

We were told not to bring our gloves because Day 1 would only be conditioning. Coaches held true to their word. The only purpose a glove would have served would be to vomit into - in case you couldn't make it into a garbage or toilet. At least four threw up this morning, possibly even six. No, I wasn't one of them. I made sure to hydrate very properly the day before and even woke up early to make eggs and toast before practice. When I woke up this morning and went to the bathroom, I saw my urine had some yellow color and I was disappointed. But I was fine in the end.

I feel like all of my posts in the past few months (all three of them) have basically been about me working really hard and waiting for the season to watch everything pay off. But now that practice is here, I like to see how it pays off now. I know small D3 college isn't a good comparison but I kind of feel like the catcher who comes into camp having shed some pounds and got into decent shape. And you kind of hope that everyone notices, especially the coaches. I know that you shouldn't be playing trying to impress people, but it's normal to want to impress the people who decide when you play.

Anyway, we basically have practice 5-6 days a week for a month and then the season starts. I am super pumped to get rolling. Part of me wants to be able to practice more than a month before the season, especially because we get maybe one week outdoors. Damn northeast.

Before you know it I'll be writing my season recap. Anyway, I got to get moving, I need to get a good night's sleep and I want to do some hitting and a core workout. Peace.