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Feelings toward SBU’s first track program since the ’30s

Honestly, I don’t even know how to feel towards track.  After running 6 seasons of BOTH indoor and outdoor on top of 6 seasons of cross country in high school, I definitely have mixed feelings.

What stood out about St. Bonaventure was how we were only a cross country team, and in the spring would run 1 or 2 meets for practice.  I liked how I wouldn’t strain/ burn out my body by running all year round.  Now, we are considered an A10 track team, which scares me.


  • Having more money
  • **Easier transition into summer training**
  • Not getting fat

And the Cons…

  • St. Bonaventure: 1,900 students. All other A10 schools: 10,000+ students
  • Western New York weather sucks

Running is considered an individual sport as well as a team sport.  Doing well individually is what makes our team as a whole score better.  My coach always tells me that it doesn’t matter how you place amongst all the other runners, but to only focus on improving yourself. But for me, I care about everything.

I do care how I place amongst other runners.  I do care if I place not as well as I had hoped. I do care if my time is off. I do care if we as a team finish last. And I do care what other people think.

If I run bad, everyone will think I’m slow

My biggest worry is that: If I run bad, everyone will think I’m slow.

Earlier in the week, I met with a sports pyschologist because running stresses me out. How could running be my passion AND make me so stressed out to the point where I feel like crying/ puking??? It’s because I care so much.  I’m a perfectionist.  I expect to run well every time, to PR every time, to feel good every time… In reality, no one can have good days all the time.  I’m slowly learning that it’s OK to not run well every time, to PR every time and to feel good every time.  I’m learning to except my failures because in the end everything will work out.

I spend so much energy trying to fight off my inner demons inside my head when I run that I exert so much negative energy.  It sucks.  No matter how hard I try, I always find myself stressing out.  The only way to better myself is to be calm and stay positive.

I think how lucky I am to be able to run at a D1 level because not many people have that opportunity.






Prepare yourself

Back in September, I received these text messages from three different people:

The other day we did 5 miles of tempo and

I literally thought about running into traffic

and getting hit by a car so I didn’t have

to keep going.

Literally I feel like I’m going to die everyday. 

We don’t do any sort of warm up, which is 

rough. I also sobbed the other day during our

hill workout–it wasn’t a fun time. I was just

running around campus crying.

Why tf do we run?

Welcome to college running!!!!

In high school, I used to dread going to practice every day, knowing that we would have a meet coming up or have a “hard” workout later.

I hated being surrounded by all of my negative teammates because I was feeding into their negativity:  hating running

Yes, I hated running in high school.

Running in college was something I never saw myself doing until my senior year.  As a senior, I was so unaware of the potential problems that might happen being a freshman Division I cross-country runner.

Feeling like a total outcast amongst all the other teammates, not feeling welcomed, adjusting to a different running system, not having my dog on my bed, etc.

Those were some of the problems I didn’t know were going to happen my first season (well, other than the fact that I wouldn’t be waking up to my dog next to me, but that’s beside the point).

I didn’t even realize the differences from high school running to college running would be so noticeable, until my first week of pre-season where I considered amputating my legs (still consider it at times).

I came from a team where we weren’t running a lot of miles, goofing off happened regularly and nobody took running seriously, with exception of a few people.

Everything from coaching, to training and to racing at a much higher level of intensity, was something I didn’t take into consideration until now.

I used to think it was shitty that my old coach had us run low mileage.  I thought because of only running 15-20 miles a week, we were at such a disadvantage when we would race against teams like Saratoga or Shenendehowa.

But after hearing about how girls I once ran against in high school no longer run in college anymore because a) they burned out b) they quit or c) they grew to hate running, I’m glad he trained us the way he did.

As you can see, college running is a lot different and more intense than high school running.  However, I find it to be much more rewarding.

If there’s one thing I learned from being on a team it’s realizing that it isn’t about being apart of a really fast team.  It’s about creating and maintaining friendships with people because at the end of the day, that’s what really matters.

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But do I really need a break?

It’s been a week since cross-country ended and I officially feel old.  Before I know it, I’ll be racing my very last collegiate race ever.  Don’t rush it, Nicolette.

I think one of the hardest things for a runner to do is take time off from running.  Sure I complain and stay stuff like, “why do I run. I hate it,” or “someone chop off my legs.”  But in reality, I love to run, and it really sucks taking a break.

The problem I have is that i HATE taking time off.  That’s one of the reasons why I hate Sundays because it’s normally a rest day.  I sometimes (never) listen to my body when it tells me I need a break, and I realized that when I experienced and injury last winter and another in the spring.

Boy was I pissed.

Now that I’ve been healthy for three months, I just need to be smart and take care of my body.  Knowing me, I probably won’t listen and do something stupid.

…..Well, I hope not.



Cross-Country Regionals

The last hurrah ft. a 9-hour bus ride

Knowing that Friday marks my last meet of this year makes me wish time would slow down a little.

I often think about what my life would be like if Hailey had chose to go to a different school. If I went on an official recruit trip, I wonder if I would’ve ended up at Bonaventure…. Mmmm probably not. But thank God I ended up here and thank God Hailey did too.

After Hunter transferred, I didn’t know what life would be like. I was so used to having her around all the time. We were basically attached to the hip, so this year was definitely a huge adjustment for us all.

Going back to pre-season, all I could think about was how weird sophomore year would be without her. Who would I eat trail mix and peanut butter with at 2 a.m.?!?!? Who would fill the third spot on long, easy runs??!

It’s starting to sound like we’re some married couple… we’re not.  We’re just crazies who adore each other’s company.

As my season dwindles down, I’ve started thinking about how great next semester will be when we’re out of season. We won’t have to constantly stress about managing meets and practices with having a social life and going to class.

Already this year has been eventful. I don’t know where I would be or what I would do without the people I’ve become close with here. Honestly, I’m just excited to see what else this year has in store for us.

(At approximately 12:24 p.m. Friday, my sophomore cross-country season will be over…wtf)


It’s not a true XC race without a little mud

There’s nothing that sucks more than being at a cross-country meet in the freezing cold, not to mention it was a muddy, rainy, windy and miserable day.  Correction:  nothing sucks more than sitting in wet clothes.

We drove 5 hours to Lehigh University in PA to race at the Paul Short Run, with over 40 schools from the East Coast.

How the day went:

Oct. 2

7:00 a.m. A ten-minute “shake out” run in the hotel’s parking lot… I’m sure the cars going by thought we were crazy or something because who runs around in circles in a parking lot?  Only Bonaventure XC.

7:10 a.m. Well, someone asked if we were a volleyball team, so that’s pretty much how breakfast went.

8:30 a.m. Getting a text from coach saying I have 30 seconds to get downstairs before the bus leaves isn’t quite ideal.

9:00 a.m. We arrived at the course, and it was a TORRENTIAL RAINSTORM. It was muddy everywhere, so the fact that I washed my sneakers before coming was a complete waste.

10:15 a.m. Four runners from the team ran in the Women’s Open. I envied every one of them for getting their race out of the way because they could now eat pumpkin spice cookies with a carmel kiss in the middle.

12:15 p.m. Men’s College Brown Race. From afar, it looked like a herd of animals running from how fast the people in that race were going.

1:00 p.m. Finally, the top 7 ran after waiting a long, painful 5 hours.  By then, the course was so wet and muddy that it could’ve made a great slip and slide. Maybe next time.

2:30 p.m. The bus departed and we were on our way home.  I’ve never, ever wanted to get off a bus so badly in my life….  Needless to say, I got to reword myself with a hot shower when I got back to campus.

(A quick shoutout to my parents and sister for driving hours to come watch me race for about 40 seconds).


Picture was taken after the first meet of the season.