So december is here and going to be over as soon as you pull up your pants.
I'm just thinking-about this time last year i was running havoc with the netballers and doing our jumps and passes and working on our shooting and defending skills while showing off (heheh) and perspiring truckloads under the merciless blaze of the sun. So...as of now I don't know whether to be grateful that I don't have to go through all that muscle aching, hamstring pulling,finger spraining, ankle twisting torture again or... reminisce. Damn I really really miss netball. I miss being fit and I miss showing the others that I am able to prove myself for what I'm worth;aggressive, committed and determined.

I think i'm starting to miss the coach screaming at me to buck up and run harder, faster, jump higher. All those times when she made me stick it out and repeat the drills over and over until I perfected them while everyone had their water break and i hated her guts for it, then regretted joining netball, I miss. That sheer adrenaline rush I get before a match-I don't think anything could ever top that. All that shoving,elbowing brutally and cursing under the breath at the oppent, pissing them off, the grasping desperately for the ball  just to attain 3 seconds of self glory-I'd never feel that again.  Heck, i'll even miss the smell of my team-mate's sweat;mingled and sour. I'll miss the weirdest things.

Call me sentimental, but whatever, that's how I am I guess. I can't believe that 4 years ago on a whim I decided to try something different-something out of my comfort zone, hence netball. I'll never forget how I started off as the only muslim girl on the team and I could sense the hostility-everyone else thought I'd quit half way, I was never good enough.They thought I couldn't run as fast or jump as high or throw as hard as them  just because I looked different from them.They were right, I couldn't match up. But 6 months of dedication and hard work- all because of Ms Li who would drag me to a corner and make me repeat every drill until I was perfect- paid off.  Soon I was aggressive, bold, confident. I wasn't the best player, but i was definitely one of the best. I daresay I was an asset to the team, seeing since I never gave up and played Zonals for three years straight. I was never arrogant.

But I am thankful for every chance I was given. and If could play one last good match with my teammates, I'd do it. Unfortunately we're all broken up now, after me and the other sec 4s stood down for O's.

Sigh netball-will I ever find a replacement for the euphoria you give