How do I even begin?...
The excitement lingers, it's like a fog, encircling and surrounding my entire being. Wherever I walk, it follows, never leaves. It is like a spark ready to explode a stick of dynamite on whoever happens to be near me... but not a destructive piece of dynamite, no, no. This is a joyful, energetic firecracker, yes... firecracker, emitting red and blue stars of accomplishment and euphoria. It can't hurt anyone, it will just leave an impression of passion... I hope.
...Because I am just bursting with passion right now.
I have realized that going a year and half without being immersed in the game has caused the love for the game to bury itself under my many layers. Well, call me peeled, because the layers are transparent now, baby! In one moment, I found my love for the game renewed and stronger than ever. This love, so radiating from within me, only strengthened my kick and lengthened my stamina as I pushed myself to give 150% in every aspect of tonight's tryout. That moment left me breathless, not just from all the running and the panting... but from something deeper. I covered that soccer field in an ocean of passion tonight, and that's all I can do. I am so exhilirated and amazed at how I felt being immersed once again in the game of soccer. My right calf is tender from a body part smashing into it (tender? ok, I'm limping), my feet are sore from breaking in new cleats, my lungs hate me for my frequent gasps for air, but mostly... my heart is full of joy after participating in something I love so dearly, and needed so desperately.
And tomorrow I am prepared to do it all again. :-)
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