Rugby is My Valentine

Yesterday was the annual commemoration day that celebrating love and affection called valentine’s day. Many people celebrate it with the people they love. Well I didn’t, I don’t care about that day, I don’t celebrate stuffs like that, but yesterday, I was actually spending the 14th of February by doing something that I love the most other then writing, with no doubt, it is playing rugby. It was almost 3 months I didn’t play it. I felt something was missing, actually the big part of me were. Thanks to today’s Maulid Nabi which means: school day off, I could play yesterday, I used it as the reason against my dad, so I could go practice. For the result he agreed as long as I’m healthy and happy… And I am.

Ok start from yesterday morning. I went to school as usual. Got myself out from the school early to finished my school assignment, picked up my sister from her school, argued with my brother so he could take me to Gandaria, met up with my fellow Bantengs then finally got myself standing on the sand at Senayan, the place where we played beach rugby yesterday. We arrived early, so we waited for others to come. When the clock strikes 7, we were all ready to play. We started play 4 against 4. I was really excited with everything, there was nothing in this world that could screw my mood, but there was something that really bothering me. Before I went to Senayan I ate my lunch at home and everything that I ate was really spicy, but I have no choice but to eat it, cause it was cooked for me. I have heart to appreciate the one who did the effort to stop me from starving, so with struggle and so much water to drink I finished my food, regardless from the after side effect. Anyway back to the sand field. I was having so much fun and I did my first try. It was awesome, I got the ball passed from my team mate and took it with me to the try line, and because from the corner sight of my eye I could see my opponents ran to me, I started to jump and dive with my hands stretched out in front of me and let it helped the ball landed on the try line. So beautifully, my stomach hit the sand field, it made my stomach so hurt and increased the contraction inside, which had already happened quite a long time since I had my lunch. So I lead my way to the bathroom and as I got there my stomach was doing just fine. Still with my full excited spirit I went back to the sand field, took a rest and drink for awhile, then I continued to play. As I play my stomach did it again, but this time I ignored it, I didn’t care I just wanted to play, I knew I got constipation, but what the hell, I’ve been waiting for that day for too long. I didn’t want to waste my time, because I knew I had to wait until April, after the national exam to be able to play again. So yea the pain in my stomach was coming and going as I played. For 3 months off without rugby, I was quite satisfied with myself yesterday, I did a couple more tries and I could do side step, which made me so happy. The other great thing with yesterday beach rugby was I could play with Banteng, my favorite rugby club and share the passion that we have in rugby… Well that’s that for yesterday’s valentine story. Looking forward for more great stuffs and see you guys for another incredible rugby. šŸ˜€


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