Blisters, abrasions, and swollen shins.

I think the title and picture says it all. I had gone for my bath a bit too soon, and was caught standing in between two (or should I say one) teams of sweaty colleagues. It had been a while since I had last gone for a futsal tournament, and I think that I should refrain from such activities in the future as my lower limbs do not seem to do that well when it comes to doing anything but moving my body to where I want it to be.

After years of playing as a defender and being someone who always chooses to stay in her comfort zone, I was more or less forced to play as a striker this time round....and managed to send in a goal! My man was so proud of me, and how he had described it to me at least ten times after we left Kovan had resulted in me giggling like a child for the rest of the day.

Thank you for being there for me, and stepping on my instep while telling me to relax like old times. Going for the game yesterday reminded me of how young we were when we had started, and of all the trying times that we had been through just to be here today. Walking out of the pitch and over to you reminded me of how delighted I feel when you are there to watch me, and how proud I am when I watch you. I am glad to have gone for the game yesterday, and I sure am thankful to have chosen to acquaint myself with this sport five years ago, met you on that field and fall in love under that glorious sun.

On a side note, it has been five years but I still am a klutz who seems to be unable to enter and exit a field or change of terrain without getting all of what I had mentioned in title. (Inserts dramatic sigh) I hope that the angry-looking blisters on the ball of my feet will disappear overnight so that I can stop walking like a penguin and putting so much strain on my ATFL :(