If you follow my blog to any extent, you’re arguably aware of the fact that I play rugby because I’m not exactly shy about it. I struggle to encapsulate in words what the game means to me and what it has done for me in my life, and anyone who also plays can attest to the magic that exists within the game of rugby and the people you play alongside.
This past weekend was the Norfolk Harvester’s Rugby Football Club annual general meeting and awards banquet. I’ve been playing with the Harvesters for two years now, and they’ve been two of the fullest years of my adult life. I played the game all throughout high school, and I played for my local city for a couple of years after high school. I then proceeded to stop playing for ten years and returned to the game in my late 20s, which, honestly, I would not recommend to anyone. But, despite feeling as though my body was coming apart at the seams when I got back into the game, I’m so grateful I did.
I was, and remain to be, positively gobsmacked that I was this year’s recipient of the Captain’s Award. This award is presented to someone whose presence is noted both on and off the pitch, and while the description of the award does boast quite a few more compliments, I am uncomfortable with praise and am therefore choosing to provide you with the cliffnotes version. But, please trust it is a damn honour to win this, and I still cannot comprehend how anyone views me as worthy of it, despite how grateful I am.
I was absolutely not expecting to receive this, and anyone who was at the event can attest to this based on my reaction. I am so thankful to the game of rugby, my team, the Norfolk Harvesters club, and my people.
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