Second Week

It is the end of the second week of summer. I slacked last week but for good cause as I was volunteering for a basketball camp for little kids at Kent. I actually probably should have been playing at the camp rather than coaching it because some of those kids are better at basketball than me. Nonetheless, I led my team to the title game, but we got crushed. The first week of summer I was very serious about working out. I was at the gym every day, doing my pushups and situps at home and I got my knees looked at; the unfortunate news is I have tendonitis. There isn’t much good news about that, it is just knee pain that I will have to deal with, hopefully for a short period, but it could progress to bother me for a long time. I’m fighting through it, and started running today. 3 miles was good for a first day, in my opinion. I gave up soda and flavored drinks the first week of summer, but had a couple Gatorades during camp. Well now I’m back on my no soda shit for the rest of the summer, no exceptions. Also I’m biking to the gym every day to get massive. Honestly, I’m sick of being called short or unathletic and that is going to change. That is my motivation, get big and strong, for this summer. I have three weeks before Nike basketball camp, and I better get my shit together if I don’t want to humiliate myself. That means running, lifting, working on basketball, and eating right daily, which is probably going to be the greatest challenge of my life, but I am only doing this for me, to get better at sports, and taller. Did I mention I’m 5’3”? Shortest guy in my grade. But signs point up – the first week I was serious about this program I grew a quarter inch. I hope I can grow to 5’5” or 6” by the end of the summer. It would be nice, but my main goal is to be better at basketball and lacrosse, regardless of height. Yesterday was also probably the last shit I will be taking for the rest of summer and next school year. I went to see a movie with some friends, and ended up being the butt of jokes and generally not having a good time. I’ve decided if I’m not happy around friends, especially if they are picking on me, I’m just going to get up and leave. I also don’t care what people say about me anymore. I’m out of the house most of the time which solves my parent’s criticism issue; I just won’t have any from my friends. Because I know that if I work hard this summer, maybe just maybe I will be strong enough to intimidate them. And beat them up. Can you also believe I’ve had this blog up for less than an hour and already been called gay? I’m not, but I just don’t care what people say about me anymore, because they don’t know what I’ve been through or what limits I’m pushing myself to this summer. I’ll let them see at the end of this summer, they can decide for themselves whether or not I’m bullshitting. Lastly, I spend all the money I’d been saving for an iPhone on a personal trainer. I don’t need an iPhone, and a trainer will be much more beneficial. - June 18, 2011