This is what I know is coming in field hockey preseason every year, and it makes me want to die.

• The twenty-minute run. The lovely third of an hour devoted solely to gasping for air, wishing you were in better shape, and getting lapped by the DiPastina sisters.
• Sprint relays. Three cones. Three balls. Sprint to the one cone, put a ball down, sprint back. Sprint to another cone, put a ball down, sprint back. Sprint to the final cone, put a ball down, sprint back. Try not to die.
• Full-field, full team scrimmages. Nothing quite like playing field hockey in a configuration of teammates in which you've never played before when you're not in good enough shape to sprint back and forth up and down the field.
• Dribbling around. For a "minute." But Mr. McCaigue gets distracted, and we end up squatting and doing "changes of speed, changes of direction" for closer to five minutes.
• Pulls for 30 seconds. See how many you can do! Always fun to fumble the ball because you haven't played in a year and look like you've just started playing field hockey.
• Stick work. I always make a fool of myself, because my stick work still sucks even though I've been playing for six years.