Meetings filled a majority of the day today. We had nutrition meetings in the morning, a USADA (United States Anti-Doping Agency) meeting after lunch, and a secret meeting with the Masons running the Colorado Masonic Band Camp here at UNCo. I can’t tell you much about the last meeting of the day, but after they took our blindfolds off, we all shook a leg to some old Glen Miller jazz.
Ok, so I’m lying about the last meeting. I’ll go ahead and say that so there is no confusion. But, there is a Colorado Masonic Band Camp being held here. I’m not exactly sure how the Masons got involved in holding band camps. It’s probably a big secret anyway, so I’m not overly concerned with solving that little enigma.
Our last meeting was a little “Athlete Education,” introduction to performing in a 72-hour cycle. Per usual, the meetings were super informative, but it felt like they were shorter than meetings at previous camps. I, for one, enjoyed the cut in meeting duration. I didn’t feel like I was fighting fatigue for control of my attention span. I suppose not having a full-blown practice today helped as well. Instead of busting ass, post-match in the 100 degree heat, we had a pool session in the morning (yes, I jumped off the diving board) and a brief walk/jog/yog thru in the evening.
Today was geared more toward recovery with more social interaction, rather than prep (which we’ll do tomorrow) and team cohesion. But then again, we’re starting our (p)recovery now, and social interaction generally fosters team cohesion.
One last little happening of interest, and then I will close, as I have in the last few blogs, with a “Good Night.” The UNCo dinning hall doesn’t allow you to bring bags or water bottles or other containers inside, nor do they allow you to take any food or beverages out (not even apples or bananas). “Silly,” you say. “Bull-turds,” I say (again, I’m watching my swearing). I understand that this is a money-saving measure, but I think a meal plan should effectively nourish a student purchasing said plan, and if that student (or USA rugby player) feels that they’ll need a piece of fruit between designated feedings, then allow them to have it.
Anyway, as I said, I’m sure UNCo could probably give me quite a few valid and sensible reasons for this policy, but that’s not the point of my story. Since we can’t carry food out, we have come up with some inventive ways of sneaking it out. A day ago, I put a pear under my shirt, and today Sadie, with the help of some Great White players, devised a pretty darned good way of smuggling fruit salad.
Having just come from a field session, Sadie’s shoulder was wrapped up with an ice bag, and she was raving about the fruit salad. Of course, when she asked politely, as Sadie does, to carry out a wee amount in a to-go cup, she was turned away like a tatterdemalion, homeless child. Seeing the sad look of utter disappointment on Sadie’s innocent face, Shania suggested that she run the contraband out in a container, and I suggested her ice bag. Her look of disappointment melded away and her normal beatific glow returned, as she transferred a bowl of fruit salad into her recycled ice bag, and I’m sure that she’s indulging in that vomit-looking fruit-salad-in-a-bag as I post this.
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