4 years we have trained. Hard.
4 months for some.
6 people fighting to keep their hopes alive.
1 court.
3 matches.
1 chance.
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Wrist seems to be acting up again. Warm-ups are particularly painful but after using it for awhile it gets ok. Have to find a way to make it warmed-up quick before the match in the competition. If you look closely my right palm was swollen! Quite cool right. Rubbery texture.
Served for 1.5 hours on Saturday. It was the longest ever, serve after serve. A bit of a burnt out resulted, I can't serve today -.- Must slowly (but surely) build up and hit my peak 2 weeks after.
Things have been piling up and well I've been taking it in my stride rather well (I hope) Thanks to the Free-period-savior, I owe it a million lives. And for my pillars of strength/hope whoever they may be :D Have a lot of thoughts to be put to action and I need to will do everything to the best I can. Slipshod work makes me uneasy.
Well, it's kind of crazy but it's quite nice to be so busy. On the flipside, we're wasting our youth away slogging over books, worrying and freaking out. But we take the other things for granted, at least we're not worrying over our survival or whether we'd get a flood and die or something. It's so easy to say and tough to do -- But chins up and take it all in.
Afterall, we only live once.
