Bipolar

So, I cried today. Why, you ask? I have no idea. I'd like to blame it on many things, but really I can't. I was just being stupid. Possibly, I am bipolar. This was brought to my attention in college, yet I have never done anything about it.

In college, I ran a lot. Not the kind of running I do now, but running at basketball practice. One of the conditioning runs we would do were called 16's. You sprint sideline to sideline 16 times in one minute and a few seconds, depending on the coaches mood. I never had a problem finishing these in time, however, I can't say that held true for all of my teammates. Turns out it was while running these 16's that my bipolar personality shined through.

You see, if those slower teammates didn't make it in time, we had to run the 16's again. And then, sometimes, again and again and again. In fact, about half of my college years were spent running 16's. So, to help pace my teammates, I would run between two of the slower girls, hoping to motivate them. These times brought out two extreme personalities.

On my right side, was a dear teammate. I would run and encourage her whenever I could. "Come on, you're halfway there!" "Keep going, you got this." "Push hard." All positive reenforcement her while running, and I'd be waiting at the finish to give her five.

On my left side was another dear teammate. For some reason, as dear as she was, I did not encourage her in the same way (bipolar!). I would literally turn my head from the right to the left and completely change my tone. As soon as I turned to the left it was, "Let's f*#&ing go!" "I don't want to run these again!" "You better make it this time!" All these coming with a hint of aggression. The only thing similar was when she beat the time, I would give her five too.

So, way back then, when my bipolarness was glaring through during 16's, I should have gotten help!