Last summer I was lucky to go to the Olympic games and watch female handball semifinals. I truly enjoyed that and I have returned determined to join a handball team, become pretty good at it and possibly go to Rio in 2016. It was a cunning plan. Handball is a very young sport in the UK and hence, despite my age and a late start, I could stand a chance to succeed. And lets not forget about getting a free British passport (which is some kind of a perk).
That brings me to today when finally I went to meet my local handball team. I felt like I ought to do it and at the same time I was full of shyness. I know, many of my friends would not call me shy however, when I dance wildly with strangers, talk loudly in public places and kiss unnamed girls at the bar I am for most of the time surrounded by my dearest and nearest and they always give me an incredible boost of confidence.
Pondering on that subject for most of my working day I decided to brave myself and do it, be a grown-up.
And guess what happened? My flatmates decided to play the parents for an evening and they walked me to the sport centre, watched me from the balcony and after all was done walked me home. Ah, I'm a very lucky creature.
But back to the game. It's going to be a hard pathway to get where I would like to get in such a short period of time! I was like a lost lamb on that field and I definitely need to do a lot of work on my throwing. It was said to me many a times - I throw like a gay. Not even like a girl, like a gay (which despite my natural love for everything gay is not the most effective way of doing some things). Despite that shortcoming I believe to know a way of improving my game style and general performance that does not rely on just training. Maybe the time has come to test it..
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