Moll's Moments - Life of a Netballer

So let the games begin... After rolling/ spraining my ankle two weeks ago, ngl, I was nervous about playing today after being careful at training this week. I know as a player, coming back from any injury is tough but the physical side is only half the battle. Mentally, the anxiety you feel can really affect your performance if you let it do so. So when I woke up this morning, I decided to focus on coming out the other side and winning. We needed this win today. PMA almost helps to take that physical pain away. We finished the 1st quarter losing by 3. We knew we had to turn that ball over and make this game ours. In quarter 3, we dominated the court, coming from 7 behind, to winning by 3. The communication between the players and the ability to keep our heads up even when we were losing paid off in the end. We smashed it. 56-49!! Yes my ankle did hurt, but there was NO way I was coming off that court. I'm trying to take this PMA forward over the next 10 days as I embark on the

So. Where have I been? Studying, sleeping (now and again,) working and repeating. I wanted to reflect upon my last few games of netball. After all, this is a blog about netball! 03.02.19 - Regional Game, all revved up with my on the go yogurt and newly found love, granola. Felt positive as I'd had such a great game the previous week. It just shows how wrong you can be in the world of sport. I am supposed to be a goal shooter. The net could have been the size of Planet Earth and I still wouldn't have been able to get it in. It was just one of those days where every shot hit the same part of the ring and rebounded back down to the court along with my self-esteem and confidence. I was frustrated not only with my lack of aim but the fact that I just couldn't finish off the job for my team. It is fair to say, I was shocking. They would have got more goals in with a 4ft 6in garden gnome. I came off at half time; then it hit me. I cried. Then I cried again. Then I cried some mo