Hello again,
Greetings from my computer at my house. Man, “greeting from sunny San Diego,” sounds so much better doesn’t it!? So sadly I’m finally back home from Footlocker Nationals. The post Footlocker National Championships depression has already hit me.
Back to why I was here. When we got to the course it was an absolute mad house. We got off the bus and there were pictures being taking and videos rolling. I thought once we got to our tent it would stop. O was I wrong. The worst part of the whole experience was waiting for 9:05 am so I could start my warm up. An hour and a half seemed like six. Once Alex Ott, Thomas Porter, Clint Mckelvey, and I started getting into our warm up I felt great. ‘This is good,’ I thought, ‘Two weeks ago I felt great after my warm up too.’ The coolest part of that day was probably the announcer calling out your name as you go to your respective regions’ starting position.
The race started and I probably got out a little to fast. ...
