Two Weeks of Hell
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Two Weeks of Hell
Today is our last day of our three-a-days. We have been going through so much hell. So much pain, soreness, and aches that I can hardly move. I wanted to skip out so bad but I couldn't because my teammates looked up to me and respected me. It's 3:30 in the morning and I am looking out the window and seeing how dark it is and turned on my stereo and listened to some rap music which got me pumped, and wondered how practice is going to be today. For the past two weeks, I had to call my teammates and get them up because everybody was in so much pain, and didn't think they could take it anymore and didn't want to come to practice. That was my motivation for getting them up because I depended on them because we are a team and there wouldn't be a team without them. Plus I hated seeing the coach being disappointed because he knew I was leader and I would do anything for the team. The team had to be on the football field by 4:45 a.m. for practice which lasted until 10:00 a.m. the weather was warm somewhere in the 90's with a warm breeze. We conditioned so hard that most of the team threw up including me. It was an unpleasant feeling but I knew that without pain and suffering, I wouldn't be as good as I am today.
Practice ended at 10:00 a.m. and we had to come back at 12:00 for our conditioning and running which ended at 4:00 p.m. I hated running because I so freaking tired but Gatorades and Powerades kept me going and my team was another reason that motivated me. I knew my team hated quitters and I didn't want them to hate me. Most of my teammates are my best friends but when it comes to sports it's all business, and if you can't handle the pain then you shouldn't play. That is a vow that all football players had to sign before joining the football team. This is really cool because we signed ourselves in to a family, and I didn't want to let my family down. So practice ended and we went home and rested.
I had to come back at 5:30 p.m. to help the freshman and sophomores lift weights. Everybody is tired and didn't want to lift weights anymore. I felt the pain they were going through because I was the same way but I had to hide my emotions and get the freshman and sophomores motivated and get them in and out of weight room before the rest of team came. That was a responsibility I took upon myself so the freshman and sophomores had somebody that they could look up to and not worry about them getting insulted because they couldn't lift as much of the upperclassmen. The freshman and sophomores left at 6:45 p.m.
The upperclassmen started lifting weights at 7:00 p.m. I had 15 minutes to relax and take it easy and make my no-explode creatine drink which I always took before lifting weights even though the coaches didn't want us to take supplements. I had no choice because I weighed 285 lbs and was benching 360, inclining 275, and squatting 720. My bench and incline were good but my squatting wasn't good enough. As a junior I wanted to start on my football team. So I decided to make a wager with a teammate who was going to start. The wager was if I squat 860 lbs five times than I get his starting position as defensive tackle. Defense was always my favorite position because in a J.V. game