there's a point at the cusp of competition where movement slows down - it's ethereal. Countless hours of practice and sweat dissipate as your team skitters, emitting chaotic, frenetic energy. but it's all an intricate dance to you. A foxtrot. A waltz. hands on waists, stepping on toes - it is an ugly, beautiful dance. A hostile closeness between reluctant dance partners.
You watch yourself move - rather, glide - towards your destination. Though there is congestion, you see everything before it occurs. In a sea of reactors you are the catalyst - hungry eyes await your every movement. Even if you don't touch the ball.
i remember those moments - surges of adrenaline and nervous acid often left me ill after games - i couldn't even eat. Though i was 15 i felt the interconnectedness and synchronicity of mind and body everytime i had one of those games. It was more than ability or talent- it was something. Much, much deeper.
I'm trying to find it again.
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deepness
I gonna give this post to my daughter. She's playing right now.
Jaycee
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