Haven't played in a week, and weather has been as shitty as my schedule. Thankfully didn't rain or snow today, but the last game I played also left me with a 24 hour ache/ hobble to contemplate my questionable left knee.
Noting when you haven't played in more than a week, resisting... coming back from NOT playing in a while, whether time / injury-related, you do have 2 potential episodes that could take place.
1 >>> Potentially still aching / readjusting to those pending pains, it could be a total shit show- but most likely your teammates are just happy to see you back at it again and keeping up with the fight! So hopefully you play better as a result?
2 >>> Other option is being super conservative - a delayed if not overdue return- to the point of exploding at the seams- and giving it your go, cause you feel yourself going crazy otherwise. Let's imagine exploding with gratefulness... seeing yourself do things you haven't been able to try out on the field in quite sometime- and even you surprised yourself!
A road to recovery in winter is actually quite ideal. Warming the bench in heat and sunshine is equivalent to Chinese water torture, but winter is a cruel season for any outdoor-weathered individual and therefore the temptation is easier to resist. ANY local NYC soccer player will confirm that winter is a season for growing fangs and hair on your chest with its extreme weather conditions; the more you play the more resilient your bulletproof vest. Always secretly anticipating a crisp, chilled, green apple weathered session topped with sunshine in full bloom, it's more realistic to confirm that the cold, wet, and gray might get you- with a shivering episode that only a hot steamy bath can cure.
Fair-weathered creatures come and go, but the die-hards standby in numbers with their restless feet. 35F feeling like 25F, wishful and wanton for our little miss sunshine, even if she shines sweetly for even 5 minutes, smiling down so that the turf is at its most verdant and staring up to see the sky a dreamy shade of blue, I'm ecstatic. It truly has a cathartic effect on my inner disposition. I also think it helps us play better, but call me superstitious.
These morning outdoor games somehow remind me of The Doors' inspired mantra of Waiting for the Sun...
"At first flash of Eden We race down to the sea Standing there on freedom's shore Waiting for the sun...
waiting, waiting, waiting,
for you to come along...
waiting for you to hear my song..." - The Doors , 1970 - The Morrison Hotel
.... veni vidi vici? No complaints, just happy I made it out today!!!
Fever's high and my delirium's in full swing after a solid 3 hour game. Sniiice when everyone seemed focused, hungry, desperately bold due to cabin fever, and the teams were divvied solidly with a 1-1 score - trying to break the odds- pending the goal that fiiinally ended the game. That first goal of the other team was a "hand ball" resulting in a one leg-hopping penalty, but alright, it is Saturday and shenanigans are allowed. It seemed we couldn't pull ourselves away from the field today. No lies, I kept asking about the time- worried about checking out for so long and getting back to work...
Work? Some days it sits in the bleachers admiring your moments of leisure and glory, and you feel a severe sense of guilt starting that second hour, but hell... you will get to it after / at some point!? :op
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