SM
The avuncular one
Well, what a balls up yesterday was, right from the off things were going wrong. 
Early start, leaving the house before 8 am. Didn't sleep the night before (I never sleep properly after games) Forgot my wallet and had no money on me. Just enough fuel in the car to get there and back so by the time I noticed I had forgotten it, I decided to just crack on as I wouldn't have time to go back. Then I get there (after an hour and half a drive) and it is a pay and display car park - I paid in 5ps! Took a whole feeding them into the meter! The local refs knew you could park in a nearby car park for free but no one told us out of town guys. Lucky I had so many on me in the change pot!
Nice track, nice warm day, all should be good.
I warm up and do the sprints: 6 x 40m in under 7 seconds. I am aiming for all of them to be under 6. No problems. Fly through it. Feeling good despite a game the day before which went to extra time. Should be a breeze.
Then comes the 150m in 35 seconds, 50m in 45 seconds. I do the first 6 reps of the 16 required and am feeling ok. I am busting for a wee, but otherwise okay. And then I just lose all heart and quit. Don't even start number 7 - I have no idea what on earth was going on in my head. Whatever it is inside you which drives you on in these moments was sadly awol. Not injured at all, just mentally not right.
Sat and watched my colleagues complete the test. Offer my congratulations to them. Drove home knowing I get to retry the test in a couple of months.
Drive home the hour and a half absolutely gutted and fuming. I get home, refill my water bottle and go straight up the local field to do the test on my own. Where the everlasting fudge monkey was my desire for it when i was doing the bloody test!
I have never felt so gutted and angry with myself.
Get to wait now for the retest date. No assessments until I get the test done.
Not a happy monkey.
Early start, leaving the house before 8 am. Didn't sleep the night before (I never sleep properly after games) Forgot my wallet and had no money on me. Just enough fuel in the car to get there and back so by the time I noticed I had forgotten it, I decided to just crack on as I wouldn't have time to go back. Then I get there (after an hour and half a drive) and it is a pay and display car park - I paid in 5ps! Took a whole feeding them into the meter! The local refs knew you could park in a nearby car park for free but no one told us out of town guys. Lucky I had so many on me in the change pot!
Nice track, nice warm day, all should be good.
I warm up and do the sprints: 6 x 40m in under 7 seconds. I am aiming for all of them to be under 6. No problems. Fly through it. Feeling good despite a game the day before which went to extra time. Should be a breeze.
Then comes the 150m in 35 seconds, 50m in 45 seconds. I do the first 6 reps of the 16 required and am feeling ok. I am busting for a wee, but otherwise okay. And then I just lose all heart and quit. Don't even start number 7 - I have no idea what on earth was going on in my head. Whatever it is inside you which drives you on in these moments was sadly awol. Not injured at all, just mentally not right.
Sat and watched my colleagues complete the test. Offer my congratulations to them. Drove home knowing I get to retry the test in a couple of months.
Drive home the hour and a half absolutely gutted and fuming. I get home, refill my water bottle and go straight up the local field to do the test on my own. Where the everlasting fudge monkey was my desire for it when i was doing the bloody test!
I have never felt so gutted and angry with myself.
Get to wait now for the retest date. No assessments until I get the test done.
Not a happy monkey.
). I felt exactly the same and in my case, I have a number of injuries due to an incident a few weeks back (not sport related) and I've had to take a month off from games now. However, the damned test won't beat me next time. It won't beat you either!
funny thing, not a problem.