Dear L squad,
I miss you goobers a lot!
Not gonna lie, I thought I would never say any of this (except missing y’all because I legit missed you 3 minutes after we left each other).
But seriously, who knew I could miss being woken up by the sound of your zippers (every. single. morning. @ 6AM.), finding 37 new bug bites each day, sleeping in an “airport”, or dripping sweat for 90% of the day, but I do. I really miss it all. (I even kind of miss hearing Tom’s snoring.)
It’s just not the same brushing my teeth in front of a mirror, or burning my skin in a hot shower, or wearing clean clothes that smell good. It feels weird, unnatural even.
I definitely thought I would never want to take a cold bucket shower again, but tonight one would have been next to perfect (I’m in Alabama, it’s insanely hot and humid). I guess I could switch the water from hot to cold but it wouldn’t have been the same. It just wouldn’t be shower curtains flying open every 4 seconds, dropping your only clean clothes in a bucket full of water, or having conversations with your bestie as you both wash you hair. Good mems, amiright?!
You know something I took for granted? Our mornings and evenings around the water coolers. Yeah! I only had to walk 5 feet in the wet grass to see your cute little faces, messy hair, and severely un-matching clothes. We got to mumble through conversations as we brushed our teeth together. It was quite the sight and sound, a sight I wish I could relive.
Remember that time we all hiked 2.2 miles? A walk in the park, right? Ha yeah, something like that. But hey, we killed it. Let me just say, I’m rethinking packing so much and running in Tevas up and down hills with my pack. I’m just glad that it is over and we don’t have to do it again.
I admit the one thing I don’t miss, nor will I ever miss, are THE PORT-A-POTTYS. There is nothing remotely pleasant about the stench being stuck in your nose for 8 minutes after walking out, flies ambushing you the moment you open the door, or pee on the seat. I guess it’s just part of the experience, or that’s what I told myself.
Anyone know where can I find fried crickets? Ever since I lost at what are the odds to Rob and had to eat an entire cup of crickets, I’ve been craving them.. not really. No but honestly, I miss gathering around the table as a family. I miss eating 3 meals together every day. I miss drinking double shots to stay awake and alive. I miss trying new things. I miss all the great training camp food.
Let us never forget our second night together when half the team lost their packs and we had to share everything. Talk about bonding. It’s crazy that I barely knew you all then but now I wouldn’t bat an eye, and I’d probably steal your sleeping bag instead of freezing in silence all night (sorry not sorry). Mi casa es su casa, my tent is your tent.
I can’t wait to be together again in 6 weeks. Bring on endless laughter, dance parties, singing The Greatest Showman playlist at the top of our lungs, and hugs galore (sorry Mollie).
On a serious note, I’m super duper glad I met you 24 lovely humans. I’m excited to spend the next 11 months with you, and the rest of our lives, really. I’m thankful for our incredible leadership team. They really went above and beyond making training camp the best week it could possibly be. I’m grateful for the world’s best squad coaches, shoutout to Renee and John – y’all rock.
Love you all more than you know,
Morgan
ps. comment below your favorite memories from camp
