Who says pleasure and pain dont mix?

I am nursing an extremely bruised (the part below your knee that isn't quite your shin yet - unless the shin is in fact that whole part between your knee and ankle and not just the lower part where shinpads go - I won't know, I don't do biology).

Haha. It's been a long time since I got knocked up like that.

Here's another question that popped up in my mind also while playing futsal today - why do I always suffer from leg cramps during futsal but when I play basketball, I can do it for 3 hours straight without any problem? (welll straight is an exaggeration, insert 5/7 minute breaks here and there, but not too often)

Then you got all that about stretching more and blah blah blah.

And I think after today, it's safe to say that the goalkeeping position is probably the most dangerous one in football. Balls flying at you ain't fun. Haha. Especially when one smacks you right in the chest before the game even starts. And plus the fact that the bruising came when I ran out to make a challenge. By the way disclaimer straight away right here: I'm a horrible goalkeeper.

Which leads to a second question: How many people assume that basketballers make good goalkeepers and why? Just because we can handle a size 8 ball that doesn't swerve and has better grip doesn't automatically translate into a size 6 ball that has smooth sides and travels much much faster. Haha. Except that I don't mind playing it every now and then, when I need a break. (Although again my leg cramp attacked me when I was playing goalie - tis a cursed position)

Oh ya. And a really funny observation. Well, whether anyone else finds it funny is another matter. I noticed that how many people in goal (me included) always try to avoid a ball that comes really really fast (which equates with power which then equates with pain) at them. So I figured, that means we all know where the ball is really going and the only thing is is that we choose to not be in the path of that ball, and then the funny thing is is that goalies are meant to be in the path of that ball.

Lol. Football rant. Blame it on my bruising. Now I shall uh shift my attention to the title of my post at hand. And well, my rant wasn't quite a rant. There was sort of a point. Notice how I can complain about the pain, i.e. the bruising and the cramps, but if you asked me whether I enjoyed it, then yeah. So it's the same thing with 'religion' isn't it? People always think that life with God on your side is a bed of roses, and then stop believing when reality begins to contradict that belief.

So my answer is: Who says pleasure and pain don't mix? (haha, I believe this is the first time I've used a title in my actual post itself) And the thing is at the end, all you remember is the pleasure. The pain goes away in due course. So life is like that. Pain and pleasure, like ham and eggs, or bread and butter, or chicken rice, or whatever pair you want, will coexist in this life. But the best thing about it is that some pleasures are worth the pain.

Especially when the object of your pleasure is the most pleasurable thing in the universe. The question then becomes: Is it really?

Another disclaimer: That was a pretty simplified view of things. And I don't claim to cover all the angles with that. There are exceptions that arise as a result of different circumstances, e.t.c. But the basic principle is there.