From the age of twelve and up untill two years ago I played handball three times a week, and almost every saturday or sunday throughout the whole winter. I actually got kinda good at it, I was on this specially picked team, and we got to play at this HUGE tournament! I was captain of my team, and the chief of defence. And then I quit. I just couldn’t see the fun in it anymore. And I tell you, for the first six months, I thought it was okay not to be in the game anymore. But when six months had passed, I started missing it. So, now I’m back! Tonight I entered the court again, training with a bunch of sixteen-yearolds, and I loved it! I’ve never been this exhausted after 40 minutes of training, and it has never been more worth it! Tomorrow I’m going to feel like I’ve been hit by a train or something, and my left hip and knee is going to be all blue and yellow, but I couldn’t care less. I tell you, it’s good to be back! I hope I can keep it up, and train with the girls three times a week.. If not, I’ll take the time, I just realised how much I love this game.
Well, good night everybody! I know one girl who’s going to sleep real tight tonight ;p
xoxo me
