When Dreams Come True
Some of you may know that I scored my first goal on Sunday, which incidentally was the only goal of the game and led to us winning our first game! Jo was bringing the ball down the wing, and crossed it beautifully in front of the box. I had positioned myself in that spot as I do quite often, but I don’t often get the chance to do anything. The goalie had moved over to where all the action was, leaving me clear to send the ball into the goal. When I saw the ball coming towards me, I thought “SHIT” but only for a second. With a deep breath, and some concentration, I knocked the ball in, going for accuracy rather than power. Seeing the ball go in was fantastic. I was so surprised and happy, but the main feeling? Relief that I didn’t fuck it up 
The funny thing? Two nights before I had had a dream that I scored a goal 
It’s amazing how when you’re sick, and feeling down and procrastinating, things can happen that just snap you out of it. For the last month or so I haven’t been feeling that crash hot - I think chronic fatigue is rearing it’s ugly head again (I had to have a red bull this afternoon at work so I wouldn’t continue to slow down until I just passed out). When you’re down and sick you cut yourself off from things, and then it’s even harder to come back - a downward spiral. But after a conversation late last week, and an email, and support from someone close to me, I decided I wasn’t going to let this get the better of me this time. Unfortunately, my casual work that I’m supposed to be doing at uni has suffered, but I’ll get to it. So full of motivation and enthusiasm I went to football on Sunday afternoon, and though my performance overall was pretty average (I did try, but I hadn’t trained or played in a few weeks), it was a great game and everyone definitely deserved the win.
Still on a red bull high, I went to training tonight, even though my right foot is all bruised from lacing my boot too tight on Sunday. I felt so good, I starting singing along to “Stumblin’” by Powderfinger on my iPod on the way home, using my water bottle as a microphone. And to think I could have very well have been sitting at home moping instead.
Listening to: Coldplay - A Message
A simple soloution to the bruising on your foot from laces is to use a sponge, weird as it may sound it does work, you just get a decent size sponge to cover the top of your foot ie where all the little bones are, and just wrap enough bandage to hold it in place to get your sock on, not too much or your boots won’t fit properly, i can explain it better on sunday or training next week if you like. I normally do this if someone’s trodded on my feet and the bruising hasn’t gone down by next game day.
J
By the way nice work on your goal to keep composed
Comment by Pancho — August 31, 2005 @ 9:31 am
Thanks!
Hmm that does sound interesting
What happened was my boots were too loose when I got on the field, so I quickly tightened them when I had the chance (when the ball was down the other end of the field). I accidentally tightened my right boot too tight, and didn’t have a chance to loosen it again. It did loosen up slightly while playing, but obviously not enough
Ah, the price of glory hehe
Comment by feelinggood — September 2, 2005 @ 12:38 pm