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No comment, really. Another thrash-it-out session today. We're so near the competition it is time to really wake up. I've worked so hard for 4 years week after week for this day, where we do ourselves proud for ourselves, by ourselves. The road has been painful, so to say and this is where it will all end. Thanks to all who have popped by the gym to watch the match, though I have to say sorry to disappoint the VP, teachers and supporters alike. But there's time though little, but enough to suffice. Meditation, cheering, encouragement, thrash-outs, team- talks, intensive training will be on all our agenda for the next 2 weeks, because it is time we emerge from our current shells to really show our best. I have to say there's no I in the word TEAM and please do take heed that one's action will affect the entire team, good or bad alike. Individual responsibility to the team.
Starting to sound like a draggy preacher I need to self-reflect too. Also think on why my index finger seemed stuck to my middle finger today. Nervous? Index finger stopping me from pointing middle finger? Rude hand gestures were never my thing. Nor loud confrontations.
Sombre tone. Old problems solved, new problems come. New problems addressed, old problems arise. Set aside your differences and move your ass around before I really learn rude hand gestures and loud confrontations. Ok, nah. But I might kill you when you are sleeping.
