My good friend Seedy (not his real name, to protect the …guilty ) is back in town and we’re both keen to get in a game of squash. This fits with my new choice of lifestyle just perfectly well!

We played in the evening after work. The game was fun but I got squashed (again!). Ok, it wasn’t really that bad today, the games were close and the scores were 10:9, 9:8, 10:8. I noticed that I felt better than the last time we played, several weeks ago, but I struggled a little bit with a feeling of lactic acid in the stomach pit.

After our game we briefly watched some competition or tournament that was going on on some other courts. It was depressing! These guys were so infinitely better at squash, it looked like they played a different sport altogether. There was one old guy who looked like 3 times our age, and he would have easily whooped our asses for sure.

We left the squash centre lamenting how we’re just two pathetic old, fat and unfit dudes. “And unskilled”, I added. “Yes unskilled too, how could I forget that”, Seedy replied, “pathetic, old, fat, no skills, and definitely no talent”. We kept on finding more unflattering ways to describe our squash prowess, but at the same time, we agreed to immediately repeat the debacle and play tomorrow evening as well.

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