I came home last night with my hair all out of place, covered in dirt, a nasty scrape on my elbow and my left index finger was red and swollen. Grinning from ear to ear. I had just got back from soccer practice. It was the first time in weeks because I had to go to a lot more cross country practices due to the fact that I had to train with my team to go to sectionals.
At soccer practice that night we did drill after drill after drill then vs. the other girls team. When I told my mom we lost she looked me over gave a nod and smiled. she could tell we had a good game. When my dad came up and asked how it all went I just kept on grinning and cried happily, "I managed to scrape my elbow and pop my finger out of place! IN ONE GO!!! I managed to pop it back though!" he gave me a high five and my mom gave me a bag of ice to stop the swelling of my finger. To me a game is never a good game until you know you have worked hard, and for me that usually consists of some form of injury. Some people think im crazy, I mean honestly it is a weird way of thinking of things, but it works for me and really thats all that matters. Because today was a good game, and i got bruises to prove it.