Interesting day except for the fact that I ended up with a bruised ankle, palm and ego. The ankle and palm don't smart near as much as the ego.
I've got to admit, I didn't wake up feeling so hot about myself but I still figured my friend and I'd pull through our baddy match in the evening. We were playing her sis and bro-in-law. Me, playing club football and naturally athletic, felt it'd be a breeze. I've got inflamed tendons in my left ankle but I'm good enough with a racquet..... Or so i thought!
We won one out of seven or so matches we played! ....And i think they were taking it easy that match after winning the first two. But that's the only inch of space we got. My ankle was getting worse by the point and skinning my palm didn't help matters, but this was a court i'd never lost on before! Here i was being shown up by two people I'd clearly under-estimated. My friend was at her animated best with her gesturing and 'colourful' speech. It grows on you.
I don't know if it was the sleep-deprivation, the general lethargy that consumes my life or the debilitating ankle, but my game was way wayyy off. The points we won were a combination of my partner's shots and unforced errors on our opponent's part. They used the two things they have over us, height and intelligence. Either he'd bury the shuttle or she'd catch us wrong-footed. Not to say either didn't the other, but this was the general trend.It was a fiasco. I need to sleep this off. I hope the doc gives me good news tomorrow. I am in desperate need of a pick-me-up.
I've got to admit, I didn't wake up feeling so hot about myself but I still figured my friend and I'd pull through our baddy match in the evening. We were playing her sis and bro-in-law. Me, playing club football and naturally athletic, felt it'd be a breeze. I've got inflamed tendons in my left ankle but I'm good enough with a racquet..... Or so i thought!
We won one out of seven or so matches we played! ....And i think they were taking it easy that match after winning the first two. But that's the only inch of space we got. My ankle was getting worse by the point and skinning my palm didn't help matters, but this was a court i'd never lost on before! Here i was being shown up by two people I'd clearly under-estimated. My friend was at her animated best with her gesturing and 'colourful' speech. It grows on you.
I don't know if it was the sleep-deprivation, the general lethargy that consumes my life or the debilitating ankle, but my game was way wayyy off. The points we won were a combination of my partner's shots and unforced errors on our opponent's part. They used the two things they have over us, height and intelligence. Either he'd bury the shuttle or she'd catch us wrong-footed. Not to say either didn't the other, but this was the general trend.It was a fiasco. I need to sleep this off. I hope the doc gives me good news tomorrow. I am in desperate need of a pick-me-up.
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