This will be our last weekend in Tennessee, wow wow wow. I can't believe moving day is approaching so quickly. Nor can I believe I am sitting here at the computer when I should be packing. Well, I guess that last part isn't so hard to imagine.
Today was the last day for me to enjoy the crazy workouts, the wild D1 field, and the very humorous Carter. As a good-bye gift, Carter had everyone sign a D1 shirt for me (which I love, but man I wish I had a shirt like the one they wrote on to wear, it's so cool). One guy wrote on there, "I hated getting beat by a girl." Reading that had me laughing out loud, and feeling rather proud. I will miss that place, and those workouts. More than anything I will miss that team atmosphere, one that respected the level each person was at, but that challenged each person to go further. There is power in numbers, and the encouragement that happens at that place, at that hour, is truly incredible.
And with that, it's time for me to pack at least one box. This weekend will be crazy enough, and my procrastination certainly isn't helping anything.