Squash this, sucker.
So I’m at my local gym today, dreading the fact that I’ve got to do plyometrics for the umpteenth time to work on this ol’ hip joint of mine. While doing a one legged squat on a Bosu ball, I was watching some guys play squash, at a skill level far above mine. In the next court, there was a guy practicing by himself. It took me about fifteen minutes to work the courage factor up. My hip has been ready for a major test, but for some reasons I was a little nervous asking a stranger to test it out. Whatever I thought, and as he stepped off the court for a drink of water I lurched forward -
Me: Looking for a match?
Him: Well, I’m just waiting for these guys to be done, I’m gonna play the winner.
Me: Oh, ok.
Him: If you want to play a game, I’m up for it.
Me: (Yes!!!) Cool, well I didn’t bring my racquet - I’ll go grab one from the front.
Him: Here, you can use one of mine, I’ve got three.
Me: (Oh sh**, this guy must be good…) Ok, thanks a lot.
And so I warmed up and then we played. I managed to whiff FOUR of his serves. Ya 4, I felt like real tool. On the fourth, I was like “what the sh** Ryan?” and then I realized I was trying not to bang his racquet agaist the wall. If it were mine, I would have had all four! Ya right. Anywho - squash is only played to nine points, so giving away four is not exactly the smartest strategy. And It’s also like volleyball, you can only score on your serve. So here I was after four whiffs tied at 8-8; I was bent over in the server’s box with sweat dripping off of my nose. And of course, I blew it, I lost. But damn, if felt good to play a competitive sport again - and the hip held up just find.
Filed by ryanroth at January 20th, 2008 under Life