Guard Practice. I can't think of a better title.

Today, practice was quite horribly dreadful. The entire time I was either crying or on the verge of tears, thanks to my inability to toss a quad or stop double prepping or be half as consistent and/or confident as all the other rifles. I felt completely useless and worthless and talentless and just less in every way. Also, it didn't help that my hands were dangerously hurt with almost every attempt and that my whole right thigh was red and blue and stinging from all the pushing.

But there were so many lovely people who were so kind to me. Janelle let me borrow her awesome rifle hoodie and gave me some knee high socks and spooned with me for a while. Browser told me to breathe and that I really was good and to smack the heck out of a single to make me feel better. Hoax and Kayla and Alyse and little Katey Gordon all gave me hugs. Daryl asked me if I was okay and said she wasn't worried about me (in, you know, the rifle sense) and that she loves me. Allison was simply herself.

In the car, I talked with my dad about interning until the best songs came on: "Fine By Me" by Andy Grammer, "Love Shack" by The B-52's, and "The Heart of Rock and Roll" by Huey Lewis and the News. Brilliant.

It all made me feel a bit better.