My commonwealth essay awaits me.

Hais.

The air suddenly smells like a hairdressing salon. Weird.

RJ training yesterday was... quite good :) There's a certain freedom in playing a sport that you love, without other worries other than improving yourself, without inhibitions.

Knowing it doesn't matter if you don't care, knowing that you're there, just to train. Knowing that like-minded people are beside you, striving for the same goal(s).

Smiling, laughing, whilst we run, whilst we bat, whilst we throw. Is that not how things are supposed to be?

:)