Picking up hockey again
People and their habits change all the time. Little by little. Everyday just a tiny bit. And suddenly you are someone else. And that just what happened to me...
That intro might have been a bit too dramatic. What I actually wanted to say is that about three years ago I quit playing (field) hockey. I had been playing for most of my life up until this point. It was around the age of six when I joined my local club. I stuck with them through out the years. For about two years I was helping out as a trainer and referee too. It was great fun and I particularly liked the spirit of community. There was a small festival every year and when I was playing with the men's team we'd usually stay for a beer or two after practise.
During Covid I stopped playing. After the first lockdown I'd still show up to practise, but it got less frequent over the months. After the second lockdown I didn't go back. I had a few reasons, but I think a big one is that I just was not used to going any more and I didn't manage to start again.
That bring us up to now. My uni has a lot of different sports offers and one of them is hockey. I had been thinking about joining for a while, so I gave it a shot.
Yesterday was the first practice. I didn't know many people (although I met someone from my old club), but that didn't matter. Everyone was friendly and although I'm usually not that comfortable when it comes to meeting new people soon enough I was chatting away.
I also was really afraid of how rusty my skills would be. At first every movment felt a bit weird, but after a few minutes I felt my muscle memory coming back. Still, I think it will take a while until I'm up to speed. I notice how bad my stamina has gotten as well.
It was great getting to play hockey again and I didn't know how much I missed it until yesterday. I'm definitely going to stick with it.
Contact me and/or subscribe via RSS