I have never been involved in sports, but rugby is my first time playing. A sense of anticipation lingers as I put on boots and walk onto the field. Rugby doesn't only demand physical prowess and strategic thinking but is a team sport where everyone has a role on the field. This aspect of the sport has taught me things like communication and mutual respect.
The first time I came to practice, I was anxious and scared of tackling; I didn’t want to get hurt or hurt anyone. I felt this mental block stayed with me early in the season. The first match we had was against BPS. This is when I hit rock bottom—I felt distraught and thought I was weighing my team down. Maybe I’m just not fit for sports.
Despite all of this, I kept coming to practice. I didn’t dare quit, and this was the decision I’ll never regret making. The victory of the match against IBS sparked my passion. I could feel the shift in the atmosphere of our team, and the cheering and singing on the bus ride home was something incredible that glued us together even more.
This experience opened me to a different perspective. I made many mistakes but knew I could rely on my teammates, and I trusted my team to win. This sport has allowed me to form new connections with different people and have a sense of community.
As always, good things don’t last forever. We kept losing game after game in BMAC. I could feel the tension; our morale as a team wasn’t there, and we made simple mistakes that cost us. Even though we didn’t win a single game in BMAC, it made our team hunger even more for the win. People kept showing up to weekly practice after the season, and I could feel their passion, which inspired me to keep moving forward. At the start of the season and until the last time I wear my boots, I want to cherish the moments forever.