Update

No, tennis is not like riding a bike and yes, I totally suck at it.

But thankfully there was a personal trainer on guard and the office pays for the whole thing so, I can't really complain (but yes, I was rather embarrassed that *surprise!* i do not play like Sharapova).

Social Sport

A colleague casually invited me to play tennis sometime and I said, “Sure!’. This was, in retrospect, rather daft because the last time I played tennis was when I was 9. I’m hoping it’s like riding a bike (you know, once you can you never forget how?).

But I’ve always harboured visions of sporting with the business types. It rubs off as social networking and what not, but it’s also just purely making friends with the colleagues (who rock, by the way :)). And besides, it’s not golf.

I have sworn long ago that golf is not a sport. If you see me playing golf, you may assume it is because I have to. Golf is for grown-ups, and my inner child still wants to prance and frolic and chase balls and get down and dirty. My inner child also can’t afford the golf-clubs.

So excuse me while I uproot my tennis racket somewhere in the dungeons.

Be careful what you wish for.

Because, as was in line with my wish last week (when I was young and foolish), I pulled that all nighter at the office (all night being all day and then all night and then all morning till 9am).

But it was a SATURDAY NIGHT. Holy Crap.