It's the second [or third?] Monday I've woken up with a sore backside and aching thighs but it sure feels good to play some sort of competitive sport again. It doesn't even matter that us COA netball girls have been losing in the past 3 matches of the Grace Cup because considering that none of us in the team sans maybe three of us have played netball before, it was quite the achievement. At least we have been improving in our scores each week. It can only go up from there. It's been a long time since I've played any sport competitively. Way too long. So I kind of missed the adrenaline rush coupled with some nervousness before any game, but it's the life I'd led for 11 years [swimming/water polo], so it's a familiar homecoming for me. Granted we don't look half as cool as the image above, but darn it, we had fun. Or at least I did. Sure the first match was frustrating because we were all new to the game and hence were running around the court like half decapitated chickens while the whistle was blown at us all the time for one mistake or another, but I got used to it by the second match and I'm kind of sad that we have only 3 more matches to go, 1 of which I most probably may miss unless my plane from London touches down in Singapore early. Speaking of which, it's London Baby! in 6 days.
(Read by Max McLean. Provided by The Listener's Audio Bible.)