Miss Fit

What I really mean to say is Misfit.

Honestly, after months of no physical conditioning, floorball was a killer.

3 sets of 600m
2 sets of 400m
2 sets of pushups and situps...

Actually, I can't recall it all mainly because my mind was in a blur and all I could think of was 'Please rain! Please rain!' and 'Let this be over soon, let this be over soon'...
Also, I was thinking to myself that I would not be playing during the league or IVP and that I would be in Canberra by that time, so why train so hard?
I know, I know, it is a horrid attitude to have.
Then I realised that it would be suoer selfish of me to not push myself physically, then not be able to keep up with those on court.
So... Run..puff..run..puff..

We were pretty blessed actually.
What I feared most about training at 2.30pm was the Sun.
We'd just melt into the track and become part of the rough red surface, with bits of bone and teeth lying around.
I had prayed about it in church and viola!
God put some clouds between the Sun and us, so it was more comfortable.
He provided some wind too...
He's a good God...

Aching right now, but honestly, this feels really good.
So satisfying!
I miss the floorballers... Please come for training soon...