#5 Collapsing into bed when you’re completely, massively exhausted

Two summers ago, I was invited to the Team Alberta training camp and tryouts in Edmonton for a week in July. I played my heart out for the week and was disappointed when I got cut. However, this last summer, I was invited back to the training camp. I felt more confident because I was playing in the correct age group, whereas the year before I had been playing up with girls a year older than me. Over the week, the training sessions were four hours every day plus strength training, nutrition classes, and sports psychology. Every night was a relief to finally get back to the residence we were staying at and climb into bed. This became more and more of a relief as the week wore on, and even more when I made the team and had to stay another week and a half in Edmonton to compete in the Western Elite Championships. My team practiced for four hours every day for the next week, and when the time to compete against the other provincial teams rolled around, everyone was weary, ecstatic, and running off adrenaline. The three days the tournament spanned over were some of the most fun, and the most tiring, of my life. My team was able to win the silver medal at the championship, which was absolutely amazing. However, after the euphoria had somewhat drained away and my mom and I were driving back to Calgary after the final, I started to feel the effects the countless hours of physical activity had had on my body. I remember how hard it was to keep my eyes open as we came into Calgary from Deerfoot. That night, it was a huge relief to finally collapse into my own bed after so many days of collapsing into the too-hard bed at the residence. Every muscle in my body was overworked, and I remember thinking that my bed was probably the most comfortable thing in the world at that moment. Playing for Team Alberta was very fun, but collapsing into my own bed afterwards was almost better. Awesome!!!

Post- Sweet 16, 2 a.m.

It was very late, probably around 2 in the morning. Kaitlyn and I had just come back from one of our friend’s party, and we were still overexcited and hyped. It had been a really fun night, with lots of games and laughter. It was a sweet 16 birthday party, and there were a ton of people in attendance. We had a lot of fun with all the people we knew, and we made lots of new friends while we were there. It was very hard to pull ourselves away, but we had curfew. All the way home, we sat in the car and sang very loudly (and very badly) to the radio. We honestly could not stop giggling the entire way. When we got back to my house, it was hard to go to sleep. We kept talking about everything that had happened at the party and gossiped late into the night. At one point I was laughing so uncontrollably that almost fell off the bed. It was so late in the night and we had been talking for so long that everything was funny. Our eyes were still bright with excitement from the party, and everything we did or said was hilarious. The only thing I remember that stands out in my memory was that I was calling Kaitlyn a burrito because she had pulled the sleeping bag up all the way over her head and was rolling around on the air mattress. After a few minutes of this, we were both hysterical. I don’t remember much else from that night as it was a blur of joy and exhilaration, but it was still a fantastic and fun-filled night. I remember having a great time at the party and then coming back to my house and sharing a great bonding memory with my best friend.  Awesome!!!