All the same, without volleyball this weekend, I got just as much body aches. Thanks to that badminton overdose last Saturday night. More important, thanks to my a-la-action-star stance when on the court.
Yes, I dive for it. I risk my dear life for the shuttlecock.
I think the tigress in me comes out during playtime, and I totally forget about acting demurely.
Something like this. I fell down the floor on my knees more than thrice while saving a shot, good thing I didn’t hit hard.
All for fun, at one point I found my lone self up against two guys on the opposite side of the court as my opponents. Of course you know what happens next –> I went gasping for breath I thought I’d get a premature death, hahaha.
I thought the badminton craze had died already. Apparently there is a quite a good number of loyalists on the sport, and possibly (I’m guessing).. a budding resurgence..
I was with some crazy bunch of badminton addicts last Saturday. Well, what do you call people who keeps the court warm with nonstop games from 5PM to 11PM? C R A Z Y.
