I can't perform at the frenzy because I'm not officially on the team, and I (might) be with my fellow Journalists with The Observer booth in the back. If you recall, I'm going to try out again in a few weeks after my dancing skills have improved, (or have gotten better to the captain's standards.)
I like to think I've come far in training and chanting this week, but the major cut back in calories have me a bit woozy. Here's some (slightly questionable) things I learned my first week at Cheer( and sometimes boot) Camp.
Monday: Boot camp
The heat in Miami can make even the tannest girl pink and give a killer farmers tan. We didn't even get a chance to stretch our legs, because our captain believes its best to do it after a workout. After the campus run, (which is basically running around south campus in 90-something degree weather) I was second to last, but was huffing and puffing like a kid at fat-camp, something I'm extremely mad about. It was then that I learned about the rule about which fruit, veggies, teas, juices and salads are acceptable in the diet (man, I hate that word!) I'm now on. I'm also prohibited to eat after 7pm. Usually that rule is around 10pm at my house because dinner is served at 7. I won't dig into the Nutella chocolate jar, I won't have pizza for dinner because mom felt lazy and there's nothing in the fridge (but frozen pizza and a variety of hot pockets), But I sure as hell will eat after 7 if I feel like fainting from hunger.
Tuesday: Cheer Camp
Still sore from Monday's exercise, (sixteen hours of sleep, and I still felt like I slept on pins, needles and rocks.) We ran around campus again, but thanks to the rain (Florida' crazy weather comes through for me!) we ran three-fourths of the campus, and I learned the cheers and chants and practiced with pompoms! The only things I learned (that greatly affected the cheers and the girls,) was that since the school isn't insured, we can't do any kinds of acrobatic stunts, in case we get hurt, in which case, we all have waivers to prevent us from suing the school. (Not me, I'm insured but not willing to drive to Hialeah for a signature!) The other thing I learned is that there aren't any kind of scholarships for cheer and dance--so practice everyday 10:30am to around one is pretty much voluntary. Crap. At least being on The Observer gives me scholarship opportunities. It really sucks for the girls, though. They work really hard.
Wednesday: Boot Camp
The heat in Miami can make even the tannest girl pink and give a killer farmers tan. We didn't even get a chance to stretch our legs, because our captain believes its best to do it after a workout. After the campus run, (which is basically running around south campus in 90-something degree weather) I was second to last, but was huffing and puffing like a kid at fat-camp, something I'm extremely mad about. It was then that I learned about the rule about which fruit, veggies, teas, juices and salads are acceptable in the diet (man, I hate that word!) I'm now on. I'm also prohibited to eat after 7pm. Usually that rule is around 10pm at my house because dinner is served at 7. I won't dig into the Nutella chocolate jar, I won't have pizza for dinner because mom felt lazy and there's nothing in the fridge (but frozen pizza and a variety of hot pockets), But I sure as hell will eat after 7 if I feel like fainting from hunger.
Tuesday: Cheer Camp
Still sore from Monday's exercise, (sixteen hours of sleep, and I still felt like I slept on pins, needles and rocks.) We ran around campus again, but thanks to the rain (Florida' crazy weather comes through for me!) we ran three-fourths of the campus, and I learned the cheers and chants and practiced with pompoms! The only things I learned (that greatly affected the cheers and the girls,) was that since the school isn't insured, we can't do any kinds of acrobatic stunts, in case we get hurt, in which case, we all have waivers to prevent us from suing the school. (Not me, I'm insured but not willing to drive to Hialeah for a signature!) The other thing I learned is that there aren't any kind of scholarships for cheer and dance--so practice everyday 10:30am to around one is pretty much voluntary. Crap. At least being on The Observer gives me scholarship opportunities. It really sucks for the girls, though. They work really hard.
Wednesday: Boot Camp
We did the lake run (one lap=one mile) but because I've been pretty slow running my first two days, our captain decides to motivate me. We run, but I'm in front the entire time. If I stop, we all go back to the beginning, No matter where we are on our run, and start over (campus runs are about 3 and a half miles) I could see it o the girls' faces, silently pleading with me not to stop running and to jog as slowly as I can. I felt so bad for them, I'm not even on the squad yet and I'll be responsible for their soreness! This made me run the lake on south campus twice a total of two miles in about nine minutes.
Thankfully light rain cooled us off as we ran, and then met back at the lake to do other exercises, we did squats, sit-ups and suicide runs--which I'm guessing whoever thought of the name, actually committed it after an hour of it. Although we were all in great pain, we bonded and gossiped, like all girls do. I learned more cheers and chanting. Even though I wasn't really supposed to learn the official BC Cheer! I caught on quickly, because it was only claps and snaps. Before we left, we were asked to write a list of ten things we want to accomplish individually. My list ranged from becoming a better dancer, to interviewing celebs and writing cool stories for either print or media news outlets.
Thursday: Cheer Boot
Assuming she was tired of being thwarted by the rain, we practiced in the storm. Actually it was because we needed supplies for the display poster they were going to display at the frenzy on Monday, so we drove to our local Wal-Mart, Avoided the big display of Nutella Chocolate, drooled at the appetizing scent of subway, found the arts and crafts we wanted, budgeted and got glittery goodness for the poster board. since that took up more time then we thought, we decided to get our smaller less time consuming exercises out of the way. Unfortunately about a minute in, a storm hit, but since we lost a lot of time shopping, we stuck it out for 10 minutes in thundering hard pouring rain. we did squats, jumping jacks and some calf work out all while we are all completely soaking wet. Guess who didn't bring an extra change of clothes, and has to work in a few hours? This girl! My blow dryer wasn't prepared for the mess I bought home, and after that disaster, I did the most logical thing I could think of. I called out, snuggled up in bed and watched Danny Phantom because rainy days are meant to be spent inside watching awesome cartoons.
Thankfully light rain cooled us off as we ran, and then met back at the lake to do other exercises, we did squats, sit-ups and suicide runs--which I'm guessing whoever thought of the name, actually committed it after an hour of it. Although we were all in great pain, we bonded and gossiped, like all girls do. I learned more cheers and chanting. Even though I wasn't really supposed to learn the official BC Cheer! I caught on quickly, because it was only claps and snaps. Before we left, we were asked to write a list of ten things we want to accomplish individually. My list ranged from becoming a better dancer, to interviewing celebs and writing cool stories for either print or media news outlets.
Thursday: Cheer Boot
Assuming she was tired of being thwarted by the rain, we practiced in the storm. Actually it was because we needed supplies for the display poster they were going to display at the frenzy on Monday, so we drove to our local Wal-Mart, Avoided the big display of Nutella Chocolate, drooled at the appetizing scent of subway, found the arts and crafts we wanted, budgeted and got glittery goodness for the poster board. since that took up more time then we thought, we decided to get our smaller less time consuming exercises out of the way. Unfortunately about a minute in, a storm hit, but since we lost a lot of time shopping, we stuck it out for 10 minutes in thundering hard pouring rain. we did squats, jumping jacks and some calf work out all while we are all completely soaking wet. Guess who didn't bring an extra change of clothes, and has to work in a few hours? This girl! My blow dryer wasn't prepared for the mess I bought home, and after that disaster, I did the most logical thing I could think of. I called out, snuggled up in bed and watched Danny Phantom because rainy days are meant to be spent inside watching awesome cartoons.
Friday: Art camp
I'm saved from a full four hours of practice because of my obligations as features editor at the paper, so I stay for about half that, which is basically the cardio part of practice. We didn't get to that because of our poster board project, so the time I had for working out was spent sprinkling glittery stars and eating one of the various healthy snacks. By the time I had to go, the board needed a lot of work but the girls handled it. They're really understanding and stuff, promising a great workout next time they saw me. So I went on home to change. There was no way I was going to the meeting in gym clothes, even if I didn't work out. Just not in me to look bummy when I'm with anyone outside my house.
Since Monday, I've lost two and a half pounds! The bonding is great, the girls aren't catty or bratty, and our captain truly has our best interest at heart. Sure the dieting is something to get used to, as is waking up early for a god-awful run, but I saw the much sought-after uniform and pom-pom set. So I'm keeping my eyes on the prize.
I'm saved from a full four hours of practice because of my obligations as features editor at the paper, so I stay for about half that, which is basically the cardio part of practice. We didn't get to that because of our poster board project, so the time I had for working out was spent sprinkling glittery stars and eating one of the various healthy snacks. By the time I had to go, the board needed a lot of work but the girls handled it. They're really understanding and stuff, promising a great workout next time they saw me. So I went on home to change. There was no way I was going to the meeting in gym clothes, even if I didn't work out. Just not in me to look bummy when I'm with anyone outside my house.
Since Monday, I've lost two and a half pounds! The bonding is great, the girls aren't catty or bratty, and our captain truly has our best interest at heart. Sure the dieting is something to get used to, as is waking up early for a god-awful run, but I saw the much sought-after uniform and pom-pom set. So I'm keeping my eyes on the prize.
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