I left tonight's rugby practice super frustrated and so annoyed with myself. So much so, actually, that I refused to take the club van home and instead walked for a bit and then grabbed an Angkas. I know I can't expect myself to be at the same level as the others I'm training with; it's unrealistic to compare myself to them because they've been training for years. I'm training with national level players who have earned their right on the team and have the skills needed to be on it. But I'm struggling with allowing myself to learn when I'm training with them because they're on a whole other level. It's inspiring but it's also intimidating and frustrating. Frustrating to not see the progress of my own skill sets at the rate at which I'd like to. I don't see any progress actually but I know there's got to be progress. I'm putting in the time and effort so the results are inevitable, they'll come. I just have to be more patient with it.
After training, I was asked to rate my training session. They do this after every session actually.
I gave it a 7, in terms of the physical part of training, but I gave it a 10 in terms of the mental frustration. Honestly though, that 10 was more like a 12 because when I arrived home, I was still so frustrated and annoyed that I couldn't even find the words to express it. Instantly my sentences went into caveman mode and by that I mean instead of simply saying "Training wasn't good but I need to shower", I stumbled to say "Training, not good. Must... shower". Holy caveman. Holy frustrated.
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