Monsoon Badminton

The first time I actually did something productive and healthy in the morning. Well, I was invited to some social badminton by Leon's dad, Uncle Norman to play with them at Clementi Sports hall. Clementi (not the composer) is somewhere I find it unfamiliar and so I got Ronald to come with me also partly because I was shy and me and him were on a pending "when want go play badminton thing". And so we went. The courts were under renovation and apparently under some senior citizen scheme they could book the courts (for free!). And because of that, the security auntie actually chased us away. But with some rigorous debate, Uncle Norman managed to make some agreements so that we could play. Damn, I thought we looked like senior citizens! (0.o)

Been approximately two years since I actually picked up the racket and played. Only once in awhile, occasions don't exactly count, outdoor playing not counted as well. Well, I would say the conditions was pretty fine, albeit the nasty occasional wind. I call it the aircon or the monsoon. Either way, the upper portions of the indoor court was actually outdoor! The courts were just at about the entrance (open entrance in fact), and so the winds could surge in! Well, the billowing winds actually redirected the birdie's path more than once. I struggled with rust. Pure Iron rust. I was happy enough to retrieve much of my lob and drop shots but the rest are still, quite shabby. I can barely net, let alone do a skillful cross net. The worst is when your reflexes go down so much. It's a bad experience when your body defies your logic. Like "it's going there" (brain auto-targeting into opponent's temporal empty space). then "poof" OUT or into the net. Imagine a video game, I was playing the same character, just with all that stat points removed. For most of the day I teamed with Ronald. The game was the same, the court was the same, the just several levels down to what I used to play, a very sad experience, but still amidst that, I had a lot fun. It's been awhile I felt the joy of badminton. Back then, I played till the point of mental and physical saturation (aka, point of burn out). I disliked badminton for awhile, and then now the fire is burning again. Though I don't think I will ever start to go all "chiongster" and "hardcore". Even regaining my old self was a questionable goal, and even that, is not really good enough. Just barely intermediate recreational level.

(so now anyone want to jio me for badminton?)

Back to the real world. It's still early. Ronald may be coming over to run later. Maybe. I suddenly feel the guilt for being a couch potato relieved. This is where everything becomes so guilt free and where I start to douse myself with a myriad of soft sweet fattening drinks (Ronald says my house is liquid paradise). (viscous cycle!) I agree because my fridge is never running out of stock of the packet/can drinks. I can drink the entire day. Maybe few years down the road, I will need kidney dialysis.

After all that healthy exercise this morning, it's finally time to exercise my fingers!