I haven't played squash for 22 years. I wasn't very good then. You can guess where this blog post is going... Boyfriend decides it would be a great way to spend the afternoon. He's a bit of an all-rounder when it comes to sporting prowess, whereas I tend to do better in anything that doesn't involve a ball, throwing anything, jumping over anything or being in any way shape or form co-ordinated. Luckily for me, we had his 16 year old son along too. For while boyfriend leapt about the court thwacking the ball with serious power, me and the lad took it in turns to be humiliated and cower in the corner. When I finally hit the ball with a bit of strength, I managed to whack it into the cage around the light where it stuck fast and remains still. Unfortunately we had two more balls...Back in my teens when I was a bit more nimble of foot we used to play squash every Wednesday afternoon in 6th form. I had a bit of a reputation for being incapable of winning a match... until one day... There I was playing one of the boys. One who up until now had a reasonable score line. He was no pushover I can tell you. That day though, suddenly I had found my form. I had him chased around the court, I was on fire, I took him to match point. The crowd gathered... Was DP really going to be defeated by Lisa?? That was it for me of course. I could cope with an audience when I was dancing on the table at my 18th doing a Tiffany impression, but the pressure of winning one more measly little point in an oversized box with a little rubber ball... Or did I just feel sorry for DP and let him win? I guess I'll leave it you to guess!
Now, I wonder just how much I'm going to ache in the morning!
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