Yesterday we had to endure a rather tough baseball practice. It started with our regular lifting routine, but instead of our usual Tuesday/Thursday ground balls, we went straight into conditioning. There is a cotton field next to m school, and running 1 lap is equivalent to 1.25 miles. Normally we run 3, however, seeing as how we just lifted, our coach allowed us to run 2. A total of about 2.5 miles. I was exhausted, and once again (like every time), I finished dead last.
That is not the point of the story though. The real problem was I lost a very valuable necklace piece that I’d had for the last couple of years. Somewhere, either in the weight, the cotton fields, or whatever lies between, my necklace piece fell off and I cannot seem to locate it. This sucks.