Cup of tea

Floorball is not my cup of tea.

Shaking my head hopelessly at myself for every 5 seconds or so and praying I look decent. I mean.. I am standing there holding a beautiful blue stick trying to look presentable enough with thoughts on how to attack the damn ball that is being constantly chased by 13 strong willed people. Oh goodness.. Floorball is not my thing. I am thinking how I ever had the guts to compete 100 metres and 4x100 with schools from all over Singapore. I am thinking how the hell I ever plucked any courage to run along with people both strong in physical and mental wise, chasing after a disc, defending people who ALWAYS outruns me, in dirty mud and scorching sun. You may want, but you may not have enough bravery filled in you.
So I am cutting my crap short and I pick my courage up and do the basics by trying to defend my enemy which is a tall and has basketball trainings every 3 days a week man. I defended and got the ball for the first time and the energy is increasing not only in myself, but in all of us. It is building and I assist the 3rd score for my team mates. I am elated and sweating like a dog who has been chasing after a cat. I build up my breathing and speed and I am doing well, better than I have ever imagined. As I am running, I observe the men in my team and wow, they are strong and have nicely built up muscles, humorous too. A plus point for that. Lost in my train of thoughts, I realised my team is leading by a 5 point. Finally.... A prove that I am no jinx. Thank goodness, thank goodness. I assist again and this fellow good looking man and as I said, who has nicely built up muscles, scored again. The other team is cursing us and laughing at the same time while trying to catch their breaths, this scene is a classic and I cannot help but laugh hysterically. 30 minutes of the game has passed and it hits me that I am laughing my ugly-sounding laugh and I am happy. I am smiling while helping guard my man and he aims and hits the ball and the next thing... I am wrenching in pain. That asshole hit my chest on accident while hitting the ball. Oh god my chest is in sharp pain and I am tearing and laughing while he is apologising and laughing along with me.

I am happy, I am happy even when in pain, I am happy. I am happy and for a moment, I don't care if this only lasts for 10 minutes more. I am contented. I really am contented. This is insane... This is downright insane, this crazy but I am contented.