Monday, March 08, 2010
Match was great.
Approached the match with a heavy body,heavy mind.
Yeah, the day before kinda took everything away. One whole day at Ngee Ann City.
No I don't go to town to Lepak or chillout in other words.
But it was work. So, what to doooo? must go.
Lack of rest, woke up at 9am. And went for breakfast and the match.
The match was awesome. Kept having this line in my head, "Fastest to the ball"
Yeah, Kept sprinting and running like nobody's business.
Till both of my calf was having cramps. I just kept going and going.
Till to a point of time in the match, I was sprinintg and suddenly I cant feel my legs and they gave way, I fell. The opponent ran away with the ball.
But no, not gonna just stay there. I lift myself up, leg still wobbling, i kept jogging till the pain went away. And as soon as I started to get ready to sprint down the flank, 90mins is over. And I felt great.
It's like when I was sprinting and the calf went into cramp mode, my mind kinda fuck myself. Telling me to go on go gogogogogogogogogogogogogo... it felt good.
Thus,
If you let someone mindfuck you to do things, its good, but you're weak.
Only you can let your mind, to fuck yourself, you can do wonders.
For strength comes within. External sources, they're just motivations.
Labels: End of the day, its all you bebeh
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