Went to West Wittering beach yesterday, with a few friends from College. We bundled into a couple of cars (mine included- which is now very sandy) and drove South-wards.
It was pretty windy out, but it was really great to spend some time with friends who I've seen precious little of over the past couple of months, and who I probably will see little of over the next 6 months, to a year.
Naturally we had chips (the staple food of beach-trips) and a lot of chocolate on the road-trip there and back.
Returning back home, I got on my hockey kit, and set out for another training session, despite the hours of driving I'd done that day.
Seeing as I won't be playing at my current hockey club this current season, as I'm off to University, I was in a special little group of University-returners/leavers. And, yes, we all had to wear bibs all evening, so we could be distinguished from everyone else. Awesome.
It was a tough training session, with long-distance sprints and circuits, followed by stick-and-ball exercises and a possession game. Hard and tiring stuff.
But, so enjoyable. I can't imagine life at the moment without hockey. Strange, that I've come to love something I started by chance so much.
[Grin].
