I love rugby so so much
Tonight, at rugby practice, there was only one real hooker so I got to scrum down at hooker for most of practice. (Yes, "hooker" is a rugby position). For that not actually being my position at all, I got some very decent hits in - AND when I got home my shoulders were both covered in bruisy purple and red marks often called "scrum hickeys".
I just love this sport so much. My first contact practice on Tuesday felt amazing - not even the kind of amazing where your body perks up and says, "Hey this is something special!" but the kind of amazing where your body settles in comfortably and says, "This. This is right."
The background ache of my shoulders and my back, the slight soreness in my thighs, the scrapes and bruises on my body - the energy I suddenly have, the fact that every bit of stress and bad day just disappears when I get to practice in the evening - it just feels so good. So right. This is where I belong.
I just love this sport so much. My first contact practice on Tuesday felt amazing - not even the kind of amazing where your body perks up and says, "Hey this is something special!" but the kind of amazing where your body settles in comfortably and says, "This. This is right."
The background ache of my shoulders and my back, the slight soreness in my thighs, the scrapes and bruises on my body - the energy I suddenly have, the fact that every bit of stress and bad day just disappears when I get to practice in the evening - it just feels so good. So right. This is where I belong.