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Tuesday, December 07, 2004

Lack of Sportsmanship

I am ashamed to admit this, but I think I lack sportsmanship (sportswomanship, whatever). Today, I decided to get off my bum and go down to train with the basketball team (trust me, basketball was NEVER my forte. i do still have that innate fear of getting hit by the ball. it seems gigantic beside a squash ball).

Doing passes, shooting hoops, practising attacks and defences, the whole training stretched way beyond 2 hours. Not only was I achy and felt like my limbs were going to dissolve any moment, instead of perservering on, the only thoughts that ran through my mind were "When is this going to end? When will it be time for dinner? I'm so hungry. I'm so tired.... whine whine whine".

Although I didn't openly show my reluctance to continue with the training, I do feel guilty for habouring such thoughts while training. I mean, any model sportsperson would have immersed herself completely into the sport and concentrated on the game. During which, physical discomfort is often undermined by determination and mental strength.

Sigh. If it's of any consolation to myself, I've been playing quite alot of squash that my left bicep is noticeably larger than my right. Oh yuck, some kind of consolation.

[Time of Confession] 11:15 PM
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