I've been pondering a lot about Volleyball these days with the impending season in sight. I can't bear for this season to come because it's the last ever one (unless there's a U19) that I'd take part in while I'm still in pre-tertiary education. I keep thinking that I won't play again but I know maybe that I'll find my way back to the courts again.
For an extremely uncompetitive person like me, competitiveness that the matches hold excite me. The adrenaline, the euphoria, the disappointment, the anger. What a cauldron of emotions a single hour plus can hold. This is the last chance that I can ever have to bring DHS a trophy in Volleyball with my own hands. What wouldn't I give to achieve the dream we've had since 5 years ago. What legacy? What dream? What price do we have to pay for that?
To get 50 points first in a match, we have worked 50 months or so. I have to stop being sick and start being furious in self-trainings outside of trainings.
*Deep breath*
