Day 6--Camp Blog
David Haun (with help from Brianna Zamora)
Today we started off the morning at about 6 a.m. with morning stretches-- nothing really ha
p
pened. Everyone was starting to feel the week’s runs and workouts, and at first were too tired and groggy to even talk. However, we toughed it out and our groups went on to do either transitions, hills, or the hardest runs of our lives... that’s how we start off the mornings. Camp life is brutal...Miles and miles of training, No food, no sleep-- no nothin’. Just messing (kidding
)... we’re just always late to breakfast.
Then after Breakfast, Souza did a talk to get us to think about the how running makes our lives better in a lot of ways and to remember that it should be fun. Later in the day we did an egg drop where our teams had to build something out of 7 or 8 straws, a marshmallow, some floss, a balloon and tape that would protect the egg from a fall. Yeah. A single marshmallow. “The ballon was useless. It didn’t help at all and the thing just bounced off the ground and broke my egg.” said Brianna. I agree the balloon
was pretty-much useless. Only two teams went on to the highest egg drop, both eggs broke from the highest drop... but my team’s egg protector thing was better (naturally). NASA couldn’t make a better egg drop protector thing.
Little did we know that the egg drop would mark the end of fun as we knew it. It was all hard work after that. We went to a grassy field near the dorm to do stretches and somehow got into a, “plank off” (a contest to see who can hold the plank position the longest). If you've never done planks they’re plankful (my new word f
or, “very painful”--kinda combines the word
s, pain, and awful, and puke). After about 4 minutes most of the camp had dropped like flies. It was down to just me and Steve-o --an epic “head to head” “big man to big man”, “cookies to cream”, “mano-o-mano” battle of guts and determinations battle was shaping up. I thought to myself, “I’m going to drop Steve-o like a twinkie on a hot summer day!” We stayed there, each refusing to give in to the other for 11 minutes. I tip my hat to Steve-o for today he was the better man. The whole camp still congratulated both of us.
We quickly went on to our long run for about 45 minutes to an hour. As soon as we came back from our death defying run through Flagstaff we did an “extreme killer ab work out”! 45 minutes of brutal, six-pack producing, core building, mental toughness demanding Ab work! Lesser men would have been broken by it. After this camp, bullets will not be able to penetrate my steel abs.
We then nonselaughntly went off to eat dinner--trying not to show that our abs were burning. The day became much better from here. Our now semi-crippled campers went off to swim in the pool for much needed R&R. It was “Party time” in the pool--except for the realy-strict lifeguards. They kept shouting stuff like, “GET OFF THE LANE LINES!” or “NO DIVING!” or “HEY, YOU WITH THE “RIPPED” ABS--THOSE ARE CAUSING ALL THE LADIES TO DROOL ALL OVER THE DECK--somebody is going to slip!”
Exhausted, we ended
t
he day at 8:00 in the best w
ay p
ossible...we went to bed. Just messing with ya, Homie.... Bo had one more surprise waiting for us....we all had “Upside down Ice cream Sundays”! We had to (I guess I should say “We got to”?) sit back on a bench, lean our heads back, and open our mouths (no bowls or spoons allowed) and prepare for dessert. The counselors then shoved ice cream, bananas, berries, chocolate syrup into our mouths --and last but not least topped it all off with WHIP CREEEEAAAM. WOOO! ;). It was kinda fun--but got a little messy. Some of the campers went to bed, others hung out in the lobby telling stories or making frien
dship braclets. I somehow got talked into typing out this blog.
At the end of the nigh
t I talked with Bo and Mark B about my 800. They got me pumped about next season and think that if I plan my races out and make some slight changes to the way I train, will “have huge personal records for my times and become one of Arizona's top 1/2 milers next season”. Souza (who’s son runs the 800) wants Bo and Mark to stop talking to me... just kidding.
That’s it... the end.
ps: All the exclamation marks are Brianna the good parts are David ;)
ps#2: he is being a lint licker! dx
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