We got a total of two hours' sleep the night before, having to wake up at the ungodly hour of 4.00am to make the 9.00am registration up north. I heard the alarm go off, but my body refused to respond to the frantic urgings of my mind, and I stayed curled up under my duvet for what seemed like a couple of seconds, but it had really been 15 minutes, which we couldn't afford to waste.
There was a lot of last minute packing and zombie-ing around the flat, forgetting what we went to the kitchen to get, while daring ourselves to take a cold shower (the hot water died yesterday). It was a good start to the day. Pretty much dragged our feet all the way to Beit Hall against the numbing cold and fell into the bus to sleep all the way to Notts.
Got there in three hours - a lot shorter than I thought, and woke up to a stiff neck. Our first netball game was due to start at ten. Passing was difficult with wooden fingers, but at least the sun was out, and after a good couple of games in the groups stages, we came across Warwick.
It was an extremely tense game to say the least. Our usually cheerful centre was all ready to slug a couple of punches in the direction of her counterpart. She wasn't the only one suffering from intense frustration. Needless to say we won the game, but were ousted by UCL in the semis - a game we could've fully won. Warwick went on to win the competition, but we took pride in being the only team to have beaten them. The rest of the ICSS did okay I guess, a few disappointing moments here and there, but there were quite a few good second or third place finishes.
A huge thanks to the Jacki, Gwen, Eunice, Jane, Jocelyn, Wen Wen, and Manda who were absolutely amazing today. It was awesome to play alongside them. We'll definitely be at the London Games in March.
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