Andrea’ Ezell is a junior on the volleyball team this fall. She will be president of the Student-Athlete Advisory Committee (SAAC), which helps give student-athletes a greater voice in the athletic department. Andrea will blog each month to let fans and the public know about what’s going on around the athletic department from the student-athlete’s viewpoint and from her team.
Two weeks before any traditional student arrived on campus, there were 13 eager young women roaming around, enjoying our last couple of days before our lives were consumed by volleyball. My last free weekend consisted of long days by the pool, junk food, and yoga; tons of yoga!
Day 1 of preseason was upon me before I knew it. On this day, we are given all of our team rules, expectations and our schedule for the next two weeks.
Preseason is somewhat like being in prison; it’s mental, and if you can make it through the mental part you will survive anything! Our day started at 6:15 a.m. every morning. As the days got longer, it became more and more difficult to get out of bed due to soreness. I then made the trek to the training room, where every morning I would heat different aches and pains. We then practiced for two hours in the morning. Following practice as a team we would walk to one of the many sub shops in downtown and eat, return to the sports arena, take quick naps and wake back up for more practice! We would normally have an hour of volleyball school; a session where we would go over strategy and broke down the way we play Georgia State volleyball. Then it was right to another practice, this one for three hours.
The next day….we did it all over again!
But just as I have for the past two years, I came out of preseason stronger, faster and with a better understanding of the game. Preseason is about practice to perfect our craft and practice to win the games.
After two long weeks, school was upon us, and we all had to learn how to juggle school, volleyball and our extra-curricular activities all over again.
Our first chance to take all of our frustration out on someone else came sooner than I expected. Within the first week of school, we were already on a bus traveling to our first tournament.
The chance to play against someone else made the long hours in the gym worth every drop of sweat that was dropped off our brow. And when we beat Mercer, the fire that was already burning inside of me had gasoline poured on it.
There is no way to explain the feeling that one has after they win their first game of a season. Pure bliss.
Now with a couple weeks of school under my belt, I am back in the swing of things and am ready to get back on the road and play some serious volleyball!