It's mid December, the day is Sunday , 11:45 in the morning and I'm barely waking up. Having slept for eight hours and with my confidence topping its highest levels, i am ready for my soccer game. After a long Indoor soccer season, my team managed to make it to the final championship game. Twenty long regular games, countless injuries and disappointments have passed, and now we have the chance to prove to everyone that doubt us that we are the best team in the league and deserve, more than anyone, the championship. I have two hours till the game starts to get prepared for the physical and mental exhaustion that a game like this demands. This experience allows me to use all my body senses in one single event. (thesis)

In order for my body to perform to its maximum levels, I need to hydrate it with several crucial liquids and supply it with great amounts of carbohydrates and proteins. As usual, I go to the corner store and buy a Gatorade which provides my body with the adequate sugars to power my muscles. The bittersweet taste of this orange flavored drink gives my body a muscle relaxation and an energy bust that leads me to walk to papa rays , 5 exact minutes away from my house. to buy the exquisite, crusty, crunchy, perfectly seasoned sausage pizza slice that provides my muscles with the required energy to avoid fatigue.

It's already ten minutes before the game starts, and I'm standing in front of a crowded gym. My teammates eyes are glowing because of nervousness, but mostly of happiness. The game has begun, and I see myself in front of the contrary goal with the first opportunity to score, which I do not waste. It was a rotund finish, and I see the crowd jumping and screaming my name as I am doing my usual dancing celebration. Fearing that I might score again, the rival coach puts a tall, but very chubby defender which only assignment is to shadow me throughout the whole game. As the game continues, the physical intensification increases and gets dangerous.

It's almost halftime, and my fight against the defender has transformed from regular fight to a personal struggle. I'm making a run, and I feel a firm, hard and very painful blow to my face. I have just been elbowed by this dirty player. The struggle continues and my body is suffering numerous blows, which only makes me mentally Stronger and determined to win the game. I can feel my body getting warmer