no feeling like an honest day's worth of sweat...

wow. didn't know what to expect when jem asked me out to play street soccer yesterday at 3. 4 hours, lots of running, dribbling, passing, shooting, 2 cramped calves and sore legs later, i still can't believe i managed to do on the left flank. somehow i managed to really play beyond myself and turn in a good performance, running everywhere despite my sore calves and just having fun. dribbling past defenders, threading neatly weighted passes into the dangerous areas, having a few cracks at goal and assisting a few goals through throw-ins. even managed a pretty good solo goal, even if it did go in off the keeper.

at the end of the day, words cannot describe the feeling of relief and satisfaction after a seemingly tireless day of football. that feeling of exhaustion, coupled with the relief of finally being able to rest, plus the encouragingly good performance. just can't wait for the next bit of action i get to taste...

tacked on afterwards: it's pretty amusing how i only escaped with a nick on the pinky after flying thru the air on a concrete surface when my calf cramped up whilst running at full flight. even more amusing was how the right calf also decided to lock up while i was in mid-tumble. *note to self, never cramp up again. soreness is lasting and very uncomfortable.*