Netball

Hmm, so today after watching the east zone netball finals I finally have the urge to blog hahaha like after so long yup yup. Gonna be a picture-less post cause i'm lazy to go through so much effort but heh pictures could be found on instagram!!! so yeah. But anyway! Back to the main topic, I kinda wanna talk about my 4 years of netball life in AHS. 

Let's start.

Hmm well to be honest I've been injured for like what 3/4 of my secondary life (literally).. Haha I remember at our very first full day camp at dunman, I fell. Over a ball, which is really quite stupid of me if you really must know. But hey, there were external factors that caused the fall too.. absolutely sure it wasn't entirely due to my stupidity and carelessness. but having said that, I kinda realized how important a perfect body is. not a perfect body in the sense of pretty slim long legs or a flat stomach or even a stunning face, I mean.. A body without injuries. It's really taxing on one to constantly go through the physical pain, AND emotional pain. i mean like each time i see my fellow netballers running/sprinting/jumping i'll be like "why am i not doing that too?" even though i know it's not really something i can control but still.. it's really a mental toll. when i think back of my glorious primary school days of running and sprinting and recalling how running was the only and most important thing in my life, i kinda feel that i should be doing something about my injury. but, really, what can i do. sigh, but but but but but i'm not here to rant! i shall stop nagging about my injuries hahahaha. but still, all these injuries made me realize how important it is to have caring and loving and 24/7/365 understanding team mates who never fail to encourage and motivate you to press on and not give up. many times i would have already given up on netball or even running on the whole, but really my batch mates made the passion flame alive. really couldn't thank them more. for every bit of encouragement, for scolding me when they know i pushed myself too far and for enduring all my nonsense when i moan about my knee and ankle. seriously, where on earth to find such great companions? but continuing the story.. my ankle injury. partially tore 3 ligaments and trust me, not fun to play with ok. braced my fear and went back to training, despite warnings and restrictions from physiotherapists and sports doctors (which i might add was a really dumb decision made) and yeah it came true, i finally injured my knee too. but the course of injuring myself, although it really was a form of vicious cycle, it made me appreciate the little things in life. 


i think i just posted a super redundant post but ya finally got it off my chest HAHAAHAH yay