The Waves of Time

Training or torture.

Here we go. I'm about to practice with giants. Before we practice we have to start with some stretching. But even the stretching felt like an exercise. I had to change into so many shapes or sizes. It got worse when my coach came to help me with some of the positions. I felt like a rubix cube that the coach was determined to solve. On one of the positions I heard a huge crack. I thought that I had broke my leg. My coach didn't even check my leg. All he said was "walk it off". So just to prove a point I got up and started to limp. Even though he was right. All I had to do was shake it off.

Now it's time for us to run. We usually ran at least 4-5 laps but not today. He said we had to run 10 laps around the entire stadium and that whoever didn't run all ten laps would have to run ten more laps at the end of the day. Is he freaking nuts!!! Are we training for a marathon or something. Does he really think we can run ten laps straight. I looked at the others and I couldn't believe what I saw. They were all getting ready to run. Not a single word was said. So I sucked it up and started jogging in place. Getting ready to run 10 freaking laps non stop.

At lap six I was done for. I thought my heart had stopped somewhere around lap 4. But I knew I couldn't stop. I wasn't going to do ten more laps at the end of the day. One of the guys started to run with me. He was intimidating me because I looked tired. So I smooth talked him into a bet. I said that if I could finish these ten laps he would have to give me $100 pesos(money in D.R). Then I said that if I didn't I would pay him double. He quickly accepted my offer. That was a huge mistake...for him not for me.(reader what were you thinking. That I was going to lose the bet). I kicked into high gear. I zoomed pass him and in less then a second I was already on my 8th lap. From a distance I could see his jaw drop to the floor when he realized he had been hustled.

Now it's time practice catching. We were only four so we were an even number. I probably had the worst luck ever. I was paired up with the pitcher in the group. I was done for. This guy could throw a ball at 100mph and just had to be paired with me. I thought that the ball would be so fast that it would catch fire and make a hole through my glove. Well the ball didn't catch fire or made a hole through my glove but dang that hurt. Does this guy have a robotic arm or something. When he asked if he was being to rough and that if he should throw softer I wanted to say yes. I don't know what came over me but I told him to not hold back. Is my mouth going crazy. Why did I just say that. Well looks like their is no turning back now. I just can believe I had to go through ten mor minutes of this.

Batting time. My only weakness. Like I already told u guys I straight up stink at batting. Looks like the coach finally noticed that I am only a kid. So he sent me to the outfield and told me to not drop a single ball. I was relieved finally something I could do. I was ready. I heard the coach scream batters up. Crack the wooden bat must have broken because of all that force. Wait what .-. Where did the ball go. The coach said "wake up boy". "That was a home run". What??? On his first try?? Is this even possible? I was just running around trying to catch any ball I could. After a while they started laughing at me. That's it time to kick into high gear again. There were 20 balls in one bucket. I caught every single one.

At the end of the day I got my 100 pesos, said goodbye to everyone, got my bike and went home.