WHEN WALKING IS A TORTURE


This Friday morning from 8.40am to 10.30am, while most of you guys were sleeping like pigs, I exercised more than I had in these past few years. Or, at least, ever since I graduated from secondary school and kissed NAFPA goodbye. From 8.40am to 9.35am, I was diligently playing tennis. From 9.35am onwards till 10.30am, it was frisbee.

This is the first time in my 22 21 (haven't birthday yet, okie?!) years playing tennis. Badminton, loads of times. Tennis, I'm a total greenhorn. Yes, I'm a loser, I know! And, to put it kindly, the hour spent was slightly better than "disastrous". It turned out that my partner and I are two horrible tennis players (yes, it's his first time attempting tennis too). Instead of soaring gracefully straight through the air, bouncing once on the ground, and hitting it with the racquet; both of us ended up taking turns running to retrieve the ball, panting like a dog. It's either we hit the ball with too much force, or we hit it with too little force. If it's neither of these, then it's that the ball got blown off-course. It's the wind's fault, I TELL YOU! (yeah, right)

Frisbee, in contrast, was much more enjoyable. It was totally fantastic! We jumped, leaped, dived, flew, cartwheeled, and somersaulted though the air like a cannonball. Overall, I make a better "catcher" than "thrower". Chances are, the only times when I failed to receive the flying disc are only because I chose not too. Either my partner had thrown it way too high, or the flying disc was plunging for the ground, or it was flying totally off-course. Not that it's entirely our fault it's flying off-course anyway, because the truth is, they're just some cheap, low-quality frisbees which are unable to stand against the force of stronger winds.

And when I failed to catch the flying disc, I ended up chasing after it like a panting dog again. And I just hate it when the disc - instead of landing flat on the ground - somehow flipped onto it's sides, and starts rolling happily and gleefully across the field. Poor panting dog thus panted across the same field. That stupid frisbee! GRRR!!! *growls* *snaps jaws* Wait till I lay my razor-sharp teeth on you and tear you into pieces!

Of course, I've my fair share of making my partner pant across the field too. I've said, I'm a better catcher than thrower.

Anyway, playing frisbee is not as simple as it looks. When we were clearing up the field, a PE teacher kindly taught us some frisbee skills. How to throw a frisbee straight. The different ways and methods of throwing frisbee. The techniques which can be used to distract opponents. He is such an expert in frisbee! He nearly became my living hero! And as he is also a Physics teacher, he incorporated some Physics theory behind it too. I declare, frisbee is really an art. I didn't know it then, but I know it now. There's more to frisbee than meets the eye.

I came home on Friday evening, and my legs felt funny. I was hoping it's not the much-dreaded muscles-ache. But by Saturday morning, even walking is such a torture. My butt cheeks and thighs hurt like crazy; they're killing me! The only consolation is: my calves are perfectly fine. But my thighs and butt cheeks! I nearly died in service today from all that standing up and sitting down.

Only 2 hours of exercise, and I already feel half-dead. This is so weak! It's high time to go gym-ing and get fit. So far, I've only been to the gym only once for the past 4 weeks. This is so pathetic! LT!!! !!! !!!