When I was 15 August 1st was cruel reminder that I hadn’t been training hard enough for pre-season field hockey. It was the beginning of the end to being bad and wild with my friends: sneaking Smirnoff Ice and experimenting with Parliaments. And even in my collegiate years it was still a harsh day. It was the 11th hour before buying pencils, textbooks that wouldn’t be cracked (but would only earn me $5 back at the end of the year), and “training” my body to wake up early.
This August 1st is a little different. Graduated from college and employed, I no longer have to worry about new teachers, the class roster, and the days of physical activities are distant, distant, distant memories. Now I always wake up early, but weekends are still for being 22, I must admit!
In honor of the beginning of the end (at least for us No’easter folks):