2nd

Losing the A Division championship was the hardest blow in a long time. I felt cheated, considering how much work I, and my whole team, put it. Daily trainings, sometimes amounting to two times a day on Tuesday, not discounting Sundays and public holidays. Running the NAPFA distance as warm up. Completing 10km at 5am in the morning. Not even counting all the injuries I had to endure; shin splint, upper AND lower back, arm.

If you are not an athlete, you won't understand the heartache of losing. It's not like failing a major examination because most of the time, it's either because you didn't work hard enough or you studied the wrong thing. It's not like getting a bad grade for SYF because that's rather subjective and it's all up to the whim and fancy of the judges. 

Losing filled me up with this sense of emptiness and hollowness that felt as though it could never be patched again. It's as if someone tore me up from inside out. The worst part is that I don't have anymore chances. I'm in my final year and this was my last opportunity but I couldn't grasp it.

I feel this sense of unfinishedness. Once I'm done with A Levels, I'm going to enter some open tournaments with Nigel just to prove to myself that I can.