ELEVEN grown men, (one of our twelve didn't show up to make it a six-a-side game) itching to get on the artificial grass, eager for the 9pm whistle to be blown so the current batch of players on there could leave the pitch to make way for us. One of the four floodlights refused to light, the rain, pounding down so you could hardly make out where the football was going.
Yes, this was bordering on a torrential downpour. A downpour that had been on and off (mostly on) for the previous two days. And yet miraculously, the artifical grass seemed to be sponging up the never ending rain water like a possessed demon.
After an hour and a half of what turned out to be the most intense games we've played, all were shaking hands and patting each other on the back, looking forward to doing it all over again in 7 days.
What's going on here? Why would anyone in their right mind decide to get out on a pitch and play for an hour and a half from 9.00-10.30pm in a consistent downpour and love it, just love it?
Of course, I gave the answer in the last sentence -- because of love, of loving it!
We could just have easily abandoned the whole game and settled in to watch the television, read a book, surf the Internet or simply do anything BUT going out and playing our hearts out.
Quite simply, when we do something out of love, out of pure joy and passion, nothing else can get in the way of it.
We're all like that about something or another.
However, when it comes to getting the body into motion, into activity and momentum, there's nothing quite like intense physical activity to shake loose the mental cobwebs.
I know people who have been stuck in their thinking or their projects and have either gone for long walks, a run, an intense bike ride or some other form of physical activity, so to rev up their sluggishness.
And when the activity is something you actually love to do, you'll experience all kinds of shifts - energy, mental & physical shifts.
Go get physical. You won't believe the zest and energy it'll give you.
Yes, this was bordering on a torrential downpour. A downpour that had been on and off (mostly on) for the previous two days. And yet miraculously, the artifical grass seemed to be sponging up the never ending rain water like a possessed demon.
After an hour and a half of what turned out to be the most intense games we've played, all were shaking hands and patting each other on the back, looking forward to doing it all over again in 7 days.
What's going on here? Why would anyone in their right mind decide to get out on a pitch and play for an hour and a half from 9.00-10.30pm in a consistent downpour and love it, just love it?
Of course, I gave the answer in the last sentence -- because of love, of loving it!
We could just have easily abandoned the whole game and settled in to watch the television, read a book, surf the Internet or simply do anything BUT going out and playing our hearts out.
Quite simply, when we do something out of love, out of pure joy and passion, nothing else can get in the way of it.
We're all like that about something or another.
However, when it comes to getting the body into motion, into activity and momentum, there's nothing quite like intense physical activity to shake loose the mental cobwebs.
I know people who have been stuck in their thinking or their projects and have either gone for long walks, a run, an intense bike ride or some other form of physical activity, so to rev up their sluggishness.
And when the activity is something you actually love to do, you'll experience all kinds of shifts - energy, mental & physical shifts.
Go get physical. You won't believe the zest and energy it'll give you.
