I guess if there was one thing in life that I feel excited about, I still feel excited about racing in a dragonboat. Nothing can beat the feeling of water rushing past the you at top speed, using every molecule of energy to propel yourself forward toward the finish line. The adrenaline rush, the sights and sounds, the feeling of the competitors inching neck to neck towards the finish line. Nothing ever gets close to the exhilarating feeling of elation after completing the race, with paddle in my hands and no energy to carry them. Every stroke of the paddle just sapping an unexplainable amount of energy from me and my buddies. No other sport can even come close to the spirit that it brings out in a group of men.
The weekend was a great time for the juniors and seniors alike to have a taste of things to come. To have a taste of defeat to make them pursue the winning mentality. To build the love for the sport that has always been my passion since I started it 7 years ago. 7 long years but the passion never died. It almost did, but I'm glad I reignited it. Its only right that the fallen will rise again. Like I did with all my heart and soul. It may not be the one that I win medals. Yet, i know it was the best that I spent with these juniors who show much promise in them.
God, please spare this team from defeat in future. For they need your help and encouragement to survive through this period of struggle. I will do my best to see them through. I will be their guiding light for as long as I can.
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