For those that don't know, I'm not a morning person. I'm pretty grumpy when I wake up -- partly because I know I have horrible bedhead and partly because I have a genuine disdain for that wave of exhaustion you're hit by when you first open your eyes.
The first thing I felt this morning were back spasms (probably from those back to back games). The second was a shooting pain from my left buttcheek when I sat up (probably from all those times I landed on it). The third was a stinging soreness in my left elbow when I reached for my glasses (probably from when I got hacked on that play). The fourth was a dull soreness in my right ankle (probably my body telling me I overdid it). Couple all that with the fact that I had to force myself awake at 8:45am to go in for work and you'd think I would be in a terrible mood right?
Actually, even though I was bruised and battered, I felt pretty accomplished. I went head to head with a level of competition I hadn't played against in God knows how long and I held my own. Granted, I didn't come out unscathed, but neither did they. I knew going into that tournament that I was going to put up a fight no matter what -- I came out of it knowing that I was definitely good enough to keep up. That reward alone is enough reason not to be weary of the bumps and scrapes along the way. I remember when I was younger, I was somewhat of a hothead, and I always let my emotions get the best of me on the court. I reacted negatively too often to trash talking or dirty fouls with no regard for the game, the situation, my teammates or those that were watching. Eventually though, I realized that I'd rather have wins than technicals and I'd rather contribute to the team than be ejected. That's why it was so important to me yesterday to remember that;
When they ran their mouths,
..it was because they were afraid.
When they couldn't say anything,
..it was because they understood I was better.
And when they fouled me hard,
..it was because they knew they couldn't stop me.
So why should I be upset at all?
I'm just flattered.
--
Sometimes in life the truth becomes buried under layers of complications and circumstances. As cliched as it sounds, when we are unsure of what to trust, we should always remind ourselves;
..actions speak louder than words.
Don't hold steadfast to pretty promises and empty conversations; we have them too often to be meaningful and what we say is as fleeting as the weather. What defines a person's true emotions and desires is what they do and how they do it, so why don't we let the actions do the talking instead?
The first thing I felt this morning were back spasms (probably from those back to back games). The second was a shooting pain from my left buttcheek when I sat up (probably from all those times I landed on it). The third was a stinging soreness in my left elbow when I reached for my glasses (probably from when I got hacked on that play). The fourth was a dull soreness in my right ankle (probably my body telling me I overdid it). Couple all that with the fact that I had to force myself awake at 8:45am to go in for work and you'd think I would be in a terrible mood right?
Actually, even though I was bruised and battered, I felt pretty accomplished. I went head to head with a level of competition I hadn't played against in God knows how long and I held my own. Granted, I didn't come out unscathed, but neither did they. I knew going into that tournament that I was going to put up a fight no matter what -- I came out of it knowing that I was definitely good enough to keep up. That reward alone is enough reason not to be weary of the bumps and scrapes along the way. I remember when I was younger, I was somewhat of a hothead, and I always let my emotions get the best of me on the court. I reacted negatively too often to trash talking or dirty fouls with no regard for the game, the situation, my teammates or those that were watching. Eventually though, I realized that I'd rather have wins than technicals and I'd rather contribute to the team than be ejected. That's why it was so important to me yesterday to remember that;
When they ran their mouths,
..it was because they were afraid.
When they couldn't say anything,
..it was because they understood I was better.
And when they fouled me hard,
..it was because they knew they couldn't stop me.
So why should I be upset at all?
I'm just flattered.
--
Sometimes in life the truth becomes buried under layers of complications and circumstances. As cliched as it sounds, when we are unsure of what to trust, we should always remind ourselves;
..actions speak louder than words.
Don't hold steadfast to pretty promises and empty conversations; we have them too often to be meaningful and what we say is as fleeting as the weather. What defines a person's true emotions and desires is what they do and how they do it, so why don't we let the actions do the talking instead?
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