Today as I elliptical machined my way through my sixth mile I was suddenly overtaken by a very low and drowning feeling of loss. This feeling puzzled me so as my hr (heart rate) meter l.e.d. screen began to rise up from its constant pace of 130 b.p.m.'s (beats per minuet) and the stress of it all began to mount up on me as if God himself was pressing a finger to my brow. Then in the blink of an eye, nay the flutter of a humming birds wing the realization came over me and thus the sun was able to shine again.... I am not late for practice.
Our practice schedule is not resuming until the next fall semester. My fear of missing practice made me then think to my self how great A.I. must be to not have to worry about such things as us wholly less talented folk and thus I offer up Mr. Iverson in one of the most quotable speeches on "practice".
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