Today was another day of rest. I slept until around 11, watched Manchester City narrowly defeat Bayern Munich in their USA tour preseason game, and watched John Wick 2 while eating chocolate cake. All of this was achieved while listening to drop rolling thunder and seeing massive amounts of rain fall outside the hotel window.
I’m thankful the bed is comfortable and that the staff have been very helpful.
Like many sportspeople, I have experience suffering an injury during a tournament, meaning I was unable to finish out the remaining games with my team. It sucks a little bit, but you usually know it’s temporary and that you’ll be able to play in the next tournament, or maybe the national champs the next season.
This is a different kind of unfortunate. I had envisioned this tournament as being my last international skirmish, at least for a while, but I had not envisioned it unfolding quite the way it is at the moment. I’m sure I’m not the only one this is happening to during this tournament, and my prayers are with any players and teams that find themselves in similar predicaments.
There’s not much I can do about it. I tested positive, at probably the most inopportune time before the tournament – but it’s not all about me. It’s about everyone that is here trying to give their best for their team, including all the tournament volunteers, and including the Wildcats of which I am most definitely still one.
I hope you are well, dear readers, and find yourselves able to acknowledge the little bits of good in your life each day.
Peace to you, dear friends.