I woke up today half crippled. Why? Because I played squash last night. It was probably the first time I really ever stretched my leg muscles in a while. By ‘a while’ I mean months, probably years. Horrified? Yea, yea, I know, I’m a lazy sloth.
Yesterday’s practice was actually nothing compared to real squash. Yesterday’s was just a beginner’s lesson (yes, I’m taking a lesson and I’ve never stepped into a squash court before this, not in my 21 years of life, did I horrify you again?) and I can’t imagine how it’d be like next week. Thank god I have a short holiday now meaning I can rest at home. “Rest.” Read the word properly. My version of resting is to take mom out and do chores for dad. And one of them required me to climb a freaking two storey high flight of stairs! My legs! Oh my legs!
For the last 3 hours I was going in and out of the car and climbing steps like a 70 year old woman. Can you picture an old lady getting out of the car? She would have to carefully step out, making sure her feet were on firm grounds, both hands looking for support and with one thrust stand up as fast as possible to relieve some weight off her thighs. Since I’m not an old lady, people might have thought I have hemorrhoids or something. Oh no! And when she needs to climb the stairs she would again look for support and go up step by step with her back a little bent. Thank god there were too many people there and the vain version of me kicked in and I have to look like I don’t have hemorrhoids. So I rushed up the flight of stairs and you know what, rushing up didn’t hurt that much as it would if I do the old lady stunt.
Whatever it is, I’m now in the comforts of my home and I certainly hope everything will be fine tomorrow.