Work it, bitch

I am seen. That is the expression in my own language for how I felt yesterday after training. Even after my first beer. Nothing left of the triumphant feeling from last week. I know now what that grin on Coach's face meant while we entered the hall. 'Last week was hallo welcome back again, this week I'm gonna bend every single one of you 'till you break.' Because that's exactly what happened.
Physically I'm worse than last week, but I realize my body needs to wake up and as long as I'm back for the next training. that's ok. But all the balls I missed yesterday while fielding, the wild pitches on 1st and home, the fly balls that went by, the long, long rests I took during the lifting drills, it was beyond embarrassing.
Everybody seemed to work and suffer harder than last week. When I passed the group doing sit ups, while I picked up another missed ball, I heard them encourage each other. 'Work it bitch!' There was no aggression in the expression, not even a faint hint of conviction. It sounded like somebody pushed out the last gasp of air. Like a relief.