For the love of sports

Let's say I crave for sweat. Not the sweat that you get by standing and doing nothing, that's the useless kind of sweat I got. I mean the sweat you work hard for, the one that you have to put force or power and the one that makes you double, or even triple your time. Sweat from running, exercising, or even doing simple stuff like yoga. I've been strict about what I have and not to eat lately, since I might get high blood pressure(runs in our family's blood), and I want to stay fit too because I was chubby back then. My mom wants me to have a sport ever since. I was 6 when I had my summer workshop at Assumption-Iloilo for swimming, and then when I was 7 or 8, I took taekwondo lessons and I had a conflict with it with my piano lessons. I started to play football when I was in Grade 5 since my best friend's dad, which is Geronimo Sison, encouraged me to play for the La Paz team. He was the first coach I had and forever will be my favorite. Without him, I won't have this kind of passion for football. I had kick boxing lessons too, but I just learned about it when I went to the gym, no big deal about it though. Back to football, I think it's not about the medals you get, the trophies, scholarships, and etc. It's about the feelings. How proud your team, your family, and friends are, the respect you get from other people by respecting them during the game too, your faith and the love of your teammates that strengthens you, and more. These are just the basic feelings you get from people you are not related too, but the people who inspires you to do better. If you do have a dream to be a great player one day, be a good listener first. It helps a lot.