When you're out on that field, the world doesn't exist.
Time is lost; there is now only a whistle.
The sun beating down on your skin, or the rain dripping from your limbs.
The heat suffocating you, or the cold stinging you.
It is not only a game.
There is a sound barrier that begins on the sidelines and encompasses the perimeter.
There are no fans.
There is no nature.
Nothing exists outside of that field.
There is only a ball and a net.
There is only you.
There are only twenty-two girls, all wanting the same thing.
Pain is not a factor. Pain does not exist.
Exhaustion is forgotten.
Your body no longer recognizes it.
As your lungs swell and begin to burn, you push yourself harder.
You have tunnel vision, but you are aware of every girl out there.
Your heart thunders.
Not from movement, but from excitement.
You find strength you didn't even know you had.
You are not afraid.
You will do whatever it takes.
You are in a place of passion and fire.
You are in a place of red.
You will do whatever it takes.