Friday, March 10, 2006
feeling the pain
I played badminton with my officemates last night. Actually, my boss was the one invited. But he tagged me along so he wouldn't be the only one who plays street-style (as in palong kalye). It's been almost a year since I last played. And I am totally not your athletic kinda girl. Unless of course marathon shopping is institutionalized as a sport. After much thought, I agreed. I need to lose weight for the summer anyway.

I was flashed back to the first time I resurrected the sport in my life.

Like then, the right half of my torso has become practically paralyzed by pain. And amidst a hefty dosage of Counterpain Cool. Brushing my teeth suddenly became a wince-worthy chore. My fingers are absolutely uncoordinated - I couldn't text properly! I laugh at myself. These are the things that make me realize how incredibly unfit I am.

One thing I've always wondered about though, is how other girls don't seem to sweat much when they play. Their hair never gets disheveled, their faces remain matte. While I sweat buckets. I wonder if there's something wrong with me. I theorize that it could be about the unfit-ness. I'd appreciate some medical or physiological explanation, if anyone could share any.

I wonder if my boss will be able to come in today.
dezphaire strapped in @ 8:40 AM  


  • At 8:25 PM, Blogger she said…

    the girls stay matte? ;o actually what's unhealthy is if after all those activity you still didn't sweat..


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