Finally went to church today after skipping the last 2 weeks due to various reasons. Managed to drag myself out of bed, feeling sore after yesterday's physical game. The game was really messy and crappy. Wasn't the best performance from me too, learnt my lesson not to drink coffee and sleep at 3am the night before. We managed a 6-0 win in the end and a win is a win though much needs to be improved. Ya went to church feeling quite distracted actually, kept thinking about rugby, about how it would feel winning the gold and how i would really cry my eyes out if we win. The sweet feeling