We are fortunate to live by an elementary school that has an artificial turf pitch., which is critical for practicing and playing football during the rainy Portland winters. I usually go out to the pitch when it is still dark out in the morning and practice dribbling and kicking the ball.
On these mornings, I am alone with only a ball, my thoughts, and the desire to improve. While I still have a long way to go, these workouts bring to me an unrivaled sense of peace and pleasure.
Looking at this picture of the pitch taken on a frigid, frosty morning, don't you feel the same?
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