day 1972 – stick and pucking

winter break and off days are the best time to sleep in and catch up on what i’ve lacked all year round. it’s also a good time to put in some extra practice at the stick and puck sessions i wouldn’t otherwise have been able to make. getting a free pass to christmas eve afternoon stick and puck session to work on some shots, pivots and stick handling sounded like a good choice

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day 1679 – morning ice

sleep felt more like a nap when i decided to wake up extra early to join my teammates. an abbreviated version of sleep was what it was; upped my already early starts even more so to 5:30am so i can be on the ice. putting in the work for a productive full gear session with valuable take backs. needed a few more dosage of caffeine to get through both the work day and tutor. fatigued by dinner, i had planned for an early night which never happened

day 1612 – skills competition

at a new venue with new fun games but same old game. a little action to once and for all test the how the brokenness deals with the game of hockey. taking my holiday break easy for the most part. putting my body through tension and maximizing it before checking in to physio where he did good amount of work on my hand. normally he wouldn’t worry whether my pain tolerance would withstand his adjustments, but he was extra compassionate to me today. he knew the work done on my long tendered thumb was very hard on me, but i exercised full trust in him and let him do what he needs on me

day 1248 – stick and puck

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going stick and puck because i’m still on holiday with some extra free time. i could use a little more exercise or else i shouldn’t be eating tonight. the rink was so cramped since many others also don’t have work. some of the player’s smelled really bad; i could smell some their gear metres away. wish i can go to another one soon so i can go more ice time in

day 1130 – hockey practice

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the morning started off good gearing up for a practice with teammates before the regular season. i was thrilled to be on ice with gear, sticks and pucks but that was the only bright spot. somethings got in the way but it was a setting i had to keep my composure and pretend nothing was wrong. i spoke my exact feelings and thoughts, but the thorn is way deeper than what i can remove. it was an unsettling feeling that started off sour and ended sour; made it far from an enjoyable rest of the night. i needed a punching bag more than anything and deep down i had the urge to go get one