Retreat

Rugby is going on a retreat to Park City this weekend. It's totally a flashback to early swim years. I mean, one of my former swim/polo captains is leading the team around in many endeavors, and we're going to Park City to bond and lay down the essentials. It makes me think about swim a lot, and my old team, and how much I miss them, and how I'm going to miss the region swim meet because I'm on rugby retreat, and all the stupid-funny-ridiculous things I did with the swim team, and how great it felt to be on the deck with my swim fam. But it also gives me all this hope for the rugby team, and most of the hope I don't feel will come to fruition, simply because the terms have changed in so many ways that rugby can never be swim. But the similarites make my tummy jolt around.

It's a big jumble of stuff going on in my gut, y'know?

On the other hand, I'm thrilled that I have to buy a mouthguard tomorrow. Oh, and one of the coaches said I'll probably be playing a back position (unless I rebel, and I don't care enough at this point to do so), so that means scrum-half, fly-half, fullback, or a center (I won't play wing, 'cause I'm not fast enough). It also means I probably won't be in the mass of humanity that is a scrum, trying not to break my neck. It does mean I'll probably be tackled a lot, though, so I'll be lying on the ground trying to avoid cletes while my team and the enemy get into shoving contests over top of me. When I get in the game, that is.