Bogged Down
Have been having a bad run with injuries and illness of late. Firstly, a bruised knee from soccer, then a bloodied nose from general unwell-ness and finally, a nick on the side of my eye socket from basketball.. Ouch?________________________________________________________________It hurts when you feel age catching up with you. Where you were once sprightly and raring to have a go at gym, now you know an afternoon nap seems more enticing and practical. And imagine if you live in the midst of eighteen and nineteen year olds who seem to consume Energizer batteries instead of food, you know you are in trouble. Sports used to be fun when you have boundless energy and sprinting up and down the courts accounted to no more than a few slight pants quickly shaken off. However, sports is no longer fun when you have to keep playing the chasing game and avoid getting outpaced by that ebullient 1.85m opponent. Its worse when you whinge to your team mate and get such a reply:
Me: Hmm, I had a pretty rough time today. All these people are so big and quick.
Team Mate: C’mon mate, you will be alright. Don’t be so soft!
Me: Well, I nearly got taken out by that big fellow.
Team Mate: Toughen up!
Me: ………
Ouch… The cheerful countenance and blissful insouciance of your team mate just seemed to rub that more salt into the fresh wounds… To be fair, even David faced Goliath at a distance.. Table tennis anyone?
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The playing of the Guys and Dolls DVD in the background (a mate of mine got it off eBay) has got a tune stuck in my mind…
‘Follow the fold and stray no more
Stray no more, stray no more.
Put down the bottle and we'll say no more
Follow, follow, the fold’
posted by -tourniquet- @ 8/23/2006 04:08:00 pm
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