Breathing

This week has been long, tiring and absolutely crazy.

In a sad way, it’s going to slow down from here, because debate is over. I always feel sad when a run is over, and it was a run that held a lot of potential, just not enough I suppose.

It was a run that resulted in a great amount of nostalgia. There were great onslaughts of memories when one was just content to sit back and play them over again. Then there’d be the small, fleeting remembrance of something funny and I’d just sit with a small smile playing over my face.

But we’re talking about the present team, and not teams of times gone by. It’s amazing how frustrated I managed to get with them. But then, there’d be the hours on Thursday nights, going through speeches. Times when I’d get speechless about their lack of knowledge and sweeping statements which I was told were designed to shock. But most of all, the conversations and laughs we shared.

During this time, I realised how much I want to coach. But more than that, how much I miss the floor.