I'm pretty sure I left half my "cheek" on the field today at rugby training and by cheek I mean my butt cheek. Seriously, I'm not joking. During the last 20 minutes of training, we had a rugby game to end today's training session. I went to tackle one girl on the opposition and then got up and instantly tackled another player. I heard a rip of material and then felt the brush of the turf.
Holy turf burn.
I had gone to practice with the goal to be more assertive, more aggressive, and to use my head less. I had found that in earlier practices and, more obviously, in the games, I always second guessed myself. I wasn't sure if I should be doing this or that so I more or less played follow the leader. And in second guessing myself, a fellow teammate of mine, no one in particular, always stepped up, stepped in and took the initiative.
I've commented on this in an earlier post, I know.
So today, with the pressure of our next game building and word circling that our opposing team being very technically strong, I decided to put pressure on myself to step up more. Stepping up to be more aggressive however, I'm pretty sure I flashed whomever was watching because my short shorts rode up and damn did I ever slide on that turf.
Turf burn, it's not a pretty thing and it hurts like hell when the shower water hits it... woozers.
Regardless, mission accomplished.
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