I don’t usually do the “and today I put my socks on!” posts, but:
This eve at skate hockey, I was finally back on form. And by that, I mean I could skate goals into existance, by going hard and fast. There’s something about being right on the edge of traction, balance, lactic acid and oxygen debt, knowing that after this second, you can collapse in a heap but right now, this moment, you have to hold it all together through the overwhelming intensity to get that touch on the puck to get it into the goal.
I am sweaty Jez. This is sweaty post.