Ain't no grave can hold my body down.

MWAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAA GUESS WHO'S BACK ON THE RUGBY FIELD FULL THROTTLE?! I CANNOT EXPLAIN THE ABSOLUTE BLISS I FEEL TO BE RUNNING, TACKLING, STIFF ARMING, KICKING, PASSING, AND WADDLING AROUND MY HOUSE WITH BRUISES FROM RUGBY ALL OVER AGAIN.
I've been taking Calcium pills to make sure that I have nice strong bones for this upcoming season. We had our first game on Sunday and lost (yet again), but I'm so incredibly proud of the team. Not only would I say at least a third of our starting line up consisted of rookies, but they were rookies that had never played a rugby game in their lives. Their progress has been tremendous, and I'm so incredibly hopeful for the future. I gotta put more time in though, no matter how exhausted or sore I am. The beginning of rugby season is almost always one of the most physically enduring experiences ever, but it definitely pays off in the long run.
As a team thus far, we are becoming more and more close as every day goes by. It's amazing! This cohesiveness is definitely going to be extremely beneficial in the future, and I'm happy that in my senior year of college rugby we are all getting along just peachy keen.
I always get into this weird mood whenever I compliment myself, like my tongue should be chopped off or I should be shot for saying anything out loud, but I'm gonna say it: I'm proud of myself for throwing myself back into rugby after such an incredibly dreadful injury. To be honest, this summer when I was training for the fall season, I was legitimately scared about playing again. Breaking your collarbone in 4 places is no walk in the park! The healing process of that injury has taken almost a year, and it was one of the-hardest-things I have EVER had to do in my life. For me to step back onto the rugby field and give a take blows all over again really is a triumph in my life I hope to remember for a long time. AND, I have OFFICIALLY proven to myself that I WILL play rugby until I am physically immobilized for the rest of my life. I don't think I can break a bone worse than my collarbone in 4 places, so I'mma be sticking with rugby for as long as I live!!!! Sorry family, the constant heart attack everyone feels when I'm in rugby season isn't going to stop. But I'm just so incredibly happy that after such a trauma that resulted from rugby, this sport is still the thing that can elevate me beyond belief and make me the happiest I could ever be.

Thank you rugby, for giving me my life back.