My June 11 incident was a huge turning point in my life. In
my almost 3 decades of existence, IT had been a huge part in my way of life. Patintero,
piko, 10-20, land-water-air and agawan base were my recess during my elementary
years. Eventually, basketball, badminton and table tennis became my lunch and
my snacks. Basically, I sleep and breathe IT.
Despite other worldly obligations I made ways to attend to this
yearning. There was something about IT that made my body long for more. Even if
my body is ached I shrugged it off and continue. Then on one dreadful Saturday it
appeared that my body took so much punishment and my knee told me to have a
break.
Yet, being me, I tested my knee for another tournament.
Success rate was obviously not met that led to frustration. I was able to
perform but in the level I know I could have if my body was ready. Opponents
got the best of me. Due to my incapability to perform how I know I can, I made the
decision to take a rest to attend to my body.
Dark ages arrived. While my teammates and friends sweated it
out, I was stuck at home resting or at rehab. The feeling sucked big time. But
eventually I got used to living without IT. At least I did not have to
experience the agony of defeat.
But is it worth living a life without undergoing the whole
process of preparation, anxiety and the highs and lows IT brings?
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