One hour of therapy

Today was an unproductive and right out shitty day. I'm not really going to in depth of why because
I don't want this blog to be a place where I go on and on how shitty my life is and how I feel sorry for myself.
That's just not me. My life is great because I try my best make it so. But some days, there's just stuff that gets too much. Anyways...

After a bit of studying today and five hours at work, I headed off to the rink for my final practice for this season.
My head was really messy from this day's "this really changes the whole perspective" news and I really needed to get my mind off things. But my terrible mood didn't change when I got to the dressing room, which it usually does. I usually got my mind of packing up my equipment, preparing it to put on and perhaps chirp a teammate or two. But today, I was silent, obviously having my thoughts in another place. It annoyed me. I got even more eager here to get on to the ice and doing my routines that I do every time; take three laps, stretching near the boards with the other goaltenders on the team and head for my crease to prepare it for the warm-up shots.

Stepping out on the ice and doing my routines didn't help either. I was still not focused. But as soon as the first warm-up shot game, with me gloving it, I was completely focused on the stopping the puck. And I did it well, in fact way better than I use to. I'm usually kinda relaxed on warm-ups, perhaps too relaxed and perhaps allowing more goals than I should. But I think I allowed just two goals tonight. That really set the tone for the rest of the practice, or I should really say shinny because that what it turned into. When 25 guys shows up, including goaltenders, and it's the last practice of the season, you're not to keen on focusing on details.
So we played for a about an hour. I allowed one bad goal and the other three wasn't really my fault.
I left a bit early when I felt my hips aching (been having issues with them for a while) and I was really relaxed and felt happy again.  

And that's the beauty with doing something you really love. You easily get your mind off bad things and other stuff that worries you, at least for a while. For me hockey is really one hour of pure therapy. It's like having a friend that always pats your back and say: "Everything is going to be just fine."

And that is really how I feel right now.

Everything is just fine, at least for a while.