Dear Season,

I cannot believe that it’s almost over. I feel like it was just yesterday I was lifting heavy during the grueling fall, or conditioning hard in the cold preseason. I have one game left with you, and it’s rather bittersweet. It seems unreal that I have played 15 games already. We got off to a rocky start, and have had our ups and downs along the way, but I’ve loved it. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

I love the overnight trips in hotels as my teammates all scurry around waiting to hear about room assignments. I love the bus rides where I was able to hear the freshmen sing karaoke, if you can call some of that singing. I love the pregame rituals and the feeling after a hard fought win. I love the post-game tailgates where I can listen to music and consume copious amounts of food.

I have played another year of DI Women’s Lacrosse and being a junior next year seems surreal. I have two years of eligibility over. Next year, I will be an upperclassman. I will be the one people come to for questions. I will be the one expected to know the schedule, have the plays memorized and be a solid player on the field.

Though as much as I will miss you, I am excited for summer too. I am ready to not have to exercise every day and feel the pressure to perform. As much as I love you, my body and my mind are tired. I need a break. A long break. I need time to rest and recover. My body needs some relaxation. It's time to hang up my cleats for a bit. But don’t worry, I’ll be back again.

Next fall, I will be back on the field to put my body through another year of athletics. I will be back again for the 6:30am lifts and hot conditionings. And before I know it, I will be back with you again. I will be watching film and playing games sooner than you think.

So I’ll see you next year. Thanks for such a great sophomore year.

Love,

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