" Discipline is the assertion of willpower over more base desires, and is usually understood to be synonymous with self control. Self-discipline is to some extent a substitute for motivation, when one uses reason to determine the best course of action that opposes one's desires "
Today is Friday and probably for me one of the most important days of the week. Not because its the end of the working week, but because it allows me to focus and prepare for Saturdays game.
Discipline is a skill now integral for me to reach my goals. The first week is always the hardest in respect to falling back into old habits. I have to show will power. I have to prove to myself that I can! And will do this!
A typical Friday for me in the past would usually involve a few common things; 1 drink after work, that quickly turns into more followed by a Friday night take away ending with Late night playing on my PS3. I would then wake up 5 mins before I have to get up skip breakfast and go to the meet time. Usually forgetting my towel or worse. I remember one time in particular that will always remind me that discipline and good preparation is key...
Reminisce time again....
Not so long ago in the very early stages of Harrison's reign as captain, I was given the honour of being his 2nd command. Vice captain is a very important role. I would say just as important as El capitan itself.
With this role comes immense responsibility. You have to be a certain character to fit this role. At the time I thought I was the guy. I was at the time a little naive in respect to this. But I have learnt and I'm better for it.
On this one occasion I honestly thought I was indispensable, I was arrogant and immature.
It was Saturday morning and the meet time was 10 am for a 12pm push back.......away at Triton :( . you could say turning up at sale at 8:30 am was a tad premature.
It turns 10 am and I'm kicked up by Harrison. Struggling to get onto my feet, slobbering never mind slurring my words I said morning. To say I was drunk was an understatement.
Friday night was a very very long night. Which ended up me leaving a casino at 7:30 am, obviously preparing properly for the match by getting a Maccy breakfast, followed up by sick, then falling asleep and waking up at altrincham met stop. To finally collapsing at the club house doors.
Harrison turns to me and says " where's your kit? "
" did you print of the directions"
My reply is irrelevant you can see where this is going.
After a small detour we ended up at triton, I was woken up again, and we warmed up. Well I threw up! We then huddled before the game and Again i threw up.
Game was played and we lose 0-3. I don't think I have ever walked off a hockey pitch feeling as low as I did then. I couldn't run, I couldn't pass, tackle,shoot,speak and so on. I felt like everyone was looking at me, blaming me and to be honest rightly so. When Martin D'Cruz puts more of a shift in then you no its bad. Needless to say I was dropped for the next week.
I learnt my lesson. And was better for it. That has never happened to me since.
So what I wanna end on is this. Preparation and discipline goes hand in hand. However each person individually has there own way. It's personal to them. There's no right or wrong way.
But bare it in mind, when you turn up on Saturday be it captain, vice, coach , player, we are one. One unit, one squad, one team. We depend on all and everyone to function. We are a band of brothers, we trust each other, we support each other, we work for each other and depend on each other. It's a magic bond that only we as hockey players can understand.
Be the bond
Now to the gym!!!
No pain no gain.