Mondays are quite simply the worst. I am exhausted from traveling and usually our coach gives us a day off, 24 hours to breathe and get our lives back together, but that was not the case this Monday morning. Sadly.

Ding Ding Ding my alarm screamed from my phone, I groaned and fell out of bed. And that is how the day started. It did not get much better.  I woke up in a terrible mood, screaming at my alarm clock on my ass on the ground- I was tired, sore, and irritated. No days of rest for athletes, instead we are off to early morning practice despite three days of living and breathing red and blue. 

No rest or reset, just straight back to work. 8:30 practice was way harder than normal, everyone’s facial expressions reflected a team of dark and stormy moods. We put in the little energy we had left and got out of there as soon as possible. Then I had workouts, taking more of the empty tank of energy I had, and everyone was at eachothers throats at this point. Team spirit checked out with my lack of sleep. 

Spanish did not brighten my mood. Even the boy next to me, who kept cracking jokes and making funny faces, could not extract a smile. Class, homework, class, repeat. Great. Maybe I can make it to bed before tomorrow begins.