I figure this camp will be remembered as the camp where Will crashed again. I did go down on day 2, session 3, but only ended up missing that session. after consulting with a doctor via text and picture message, Adam and I headed out to the ER for a late night ending in 7 stitches. The broken veneer on my front tooth was painless and i ended up getting fixed today in an easy session in the dentist's chair. After too few hrs of sleep i was at the track again, a bit sore, but ready to push just as hard as the prior sessions to get the most out of our valuable track time. Even with all my soreness and accumulated exhaustion, I still was able to stomp out some vital PR start laps in our team sprint practice.
While this camp left me wasted, still recovering two days later, I found myself loving every minute i spent suffering during the pain inducing sessions. Unlike the last few months where I found myself suffering alone, wondering for what purpose I was wailing on myself for, this camp was unlike that at all. after every effort I was not the only slumped over attempting to not puke, or later cry from the pain of accumulated lactic acid, but joined my teammates to suffer together. With the provided mutual support and encouragement, we pushed past our personal bests, all in preparation for another camp in a weeks times, and ultimately in competition against the world's best.
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