Thursday, 26 July 2012

Bittersweet Basketball

I love my sport.
I love my team.
I love the feeling I get when I make a play on court.
I love scoring in people's faces.
I love the look on people's faces when I score in their face.
I love the burn in my muscles after training.
I love the beads of sweat that form on my head and knowing I'm working hard.
I love the feeling of respect I get from my team mates.
I love it when people look at me as if to say "she'll never make that" and I promptly prove them wrong.
I love feeling like even after four years of being out, it feels like I never left.
I love the possibilities, the uncertainties and knowing that whatever we do, we'll always do our best.
I love how protective the boys are of me.
I love the laughs we have on court and off.
I love the feeling of accomplishment.

I love everything about Thursday nights.

I don't love coming home, getting out the shower and hearing "you might have to take basketball easy for a bit".
I don't love my leg.
I don't love the consequences that come from having a really good night.
I don't love having to take it easy.
I don't love waiting.
I don't love four years and still suffering.

I don't love my body for not letting me do what I love.

1 comment:

  1. Love your leg enough to forgive it for slowing you down a little and love your body because it is yours no matter what nasty things it throws in your way. It made you the person you are today. Wonderful and beautiful inside and out! X