I am in pain, deep pain.
I've been back playing squash for two weeks now, and I had planned to ease myself gently back into it, but the childishly competitive nature of me and my playing partners has not exactly made that possible.
Last night was daft. I was two one down and came back to two all. Somehow I managed to get 7-4 up in the deciding fifth when the lights went out. It was bugger all down to the way I was playing. My opponent was missing easy shots, and giving me clear winners, but I was totally fucked. I could hardly move, I was sweating like a sumo in a sauna, and although deep down I wanted to win, my immediate thoughts were that I couldn't give two shits about the score, I just wanted to get off that court.
Needless to say, the extra quid went in, the lights came on and I lost 10-8. Unusually, I really didn't care, everything hurt so much. It's a long time since I pushed myself so hard, and although I lost, and it hurts, it's also quite satisfying.
The squash ball size mark on my left arse cheek and the racquet weal on my shoulder are less satisfying.
2 comments:
Such a typical bloke response to exercise!! You need to come to one of my stretching classes Lx ps still not linking to right blog on my comments - it takes you back to the old one, sorry ignore!
Not a chance. I tried a few of the pilates 'moves' my wife does. Tried being the operative word.
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