I wanted to scream and smash my racquet. I wanted to hit something, to throw a tantrum like a two-year-old. In fact, it probably was my inner two-year-old who was reacting, in that moment, to the frustration of not being able to hit the shuttle hard enough to win the point. Time and again, the … Continue reading Enraged
Sport has always been an important part of my life, and yet, in recent years, it has fallen by the wayside. I used to think this was because life with small children was just too busy, not to mention the difficulty I faced with communicating in a foreign language. Recently though I have come to the conclusion that it’s actually something else entirely.
My passion has always been for volleyball. I spent most of my adolescence hoping for the opportunity to play and signing up for the volleyball club was practically the first thing I did when I got to university. In fact, my husband and I met on the volleyball court. But in the last few years, he has had to abandon the sport for something less taxing on his shoulders – enter badminton, a sport he now plays extremely well, which he’s spent several years encouraging me to…
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