the rush

thursday was the first time in so long that i really pushed myself for one last burst. the downslope no doubt helped; in fact, i had factored that in, when preparing for that final dash.

and it felt great. the adrenaline.

the past year in hell, i have never really ran like this before, because i never found the motivation.

even on my kind of field, this was a bit lacking, because i have sort of changed my style of play, relative to sec sch days. and i am still a little bewildered by the huge shift, at least i thought it was huge.

now, i focus more on thinking, creating and utilising space. let the ball do the work. so there is less focus on running. in fact, i always feel that i din run enough, even though i am always tired out at the end of it.

in any case, why the change on thursday?

because everything that i do in hell, is all for the sunday. when you step into the church and redeem yourself.

in the last 30 seconds of stoppage time, when he breaks free from the defence, when your team needs you most, can you give that last burst and stop him?

you laughed when i said football is like painting on the field.

i guess you didn't really believe me.

am i really missing you?