Sometimes 80 minutes is gone before you know it. You sit down, hear a whistle blow, jump off your seat a few times and suddenly you’re back in your car. On the drive home you try to take it all in, to work out what’s happened and what it all means. There’s adrenalin coursing through your veins, and your heart still beats faster than normal as you twist your car keys out of the ignition — it will be some time before it slows. The creak of the automatic garage door signals the end of the day’s journey, of your adventure, but your night is far from over — there’s too many thoughts swirling to contemplate sleep.
At other times, 80 minutes can last a lifetime. The opposition seems to have the ball forever and you can’t remember the last time you smiled. Almost instantly you know that something isn’t right, that it’s going to be one of those days, and you want the pain to stop even before it arrives. Hope hangs on longer than you think it might, but that only serves to prolong the agony, to extend the suffering. Continue reading Let’s Have Some Fun