In this article I’d like to write about something most people dislike. At my school, people hate it at it’s best, groan before it even starts, and have an expression of disgust and hatred-puffing and panting, with scrunched up eyes and extreme fatigue on their faces. Yup, it’s running suicides, this basketball American drill that get players to increase their speed and agility on the court.
Have you ever run a suicide drill before? At the basketball court, you basically stand at the base line, run to the first free throw and back, centre and back, next free throw and back, end of the court and back. It’s a sprint, so you race as fast as you can. On a regular basketball team, the average is 30 seconds. Before starting, your pupils contract, your muscles tense up, your fingers get fidgety, and when you finally start, that’s it. You just put in all you got. And although it’s kind of obvious, there are various things in the form I haven’t got yet. Do you keep your knees high or leaning forward? What do you do with your arms? Either ways, i didn’t care about my speed. My biggest fear is being left behind while the other players sprinted fast ahead.
The way I figured, there are two groups. One is the four of five badass guys, growing up in the Japanese city, having skiing, ice skated, basketball and football pros, the champion at all sports. They sprint at the speed of light. Then there are the more realistic people who give it what they’ve got, putting in their effort while sprinting. I really need to improve my sprinting speed. So whenever I get to the gym, I run these excruciating suicides. At least 3 or 4. Finishing suicide drills are the most relieving and satisfying feelings ever. I have this new level of fatigue and pain, I can’t breath, but it feels like life. It feels like escaping death by a matter of a nanosecond. And the pain I feel turning around at each free throw line is painful for sure, but totally worth it any day for the feeling of intense accomplishment I get afterwards. When I get back to India, people go, “Oh gosh Abha, you’ve lost even more weight! How do you get thinner each time?” I owe most of it to running. And break neck suicides are the best it gets.
If you’re as confused as a polar bear in a desert, as upset as a three year old hungry child or as depressed as a failed IB student, run a series of suicides. You’ll feel better afterwards.