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Racquetball adventures [Feb. 24th, 2005|02:30 am]
Arvind Narayanan
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Had a very 'interesting' day of racquetball today. For those not familiar with the game, you need to wear protective eyeglasses so you don't get hit in the eyes. Trouble is, I couldn't find goggles that I can wear over my normal glasses, so I haven't been wearing goggles. So far I've always managed to duck in time, but my luck ran out today. I didn't even see it coming. The impact broke the frame of my glasses and sent the lens flying to the other corner of the court. My left eye was woozy for a while but no permanent damage. Fortunately my reflexes were good enough that I seem to have turned my head just far enough to avoid a direct collision, which would probably have made me blind in one eye :)

By this time my toes were hurting real bad. I was wearing my new non-marking shoes; the size is right but the shape isn't. My feet are broader than normal at the toes and I have trouble finding fitting shoes. I knew I was bleeding but didn't want to believe it because I wanted to continue playing. So I played for another hour with no glasses and horribly hurting feet. When I got home and took my shoes off, a big area of my socks was soaked in blood. Worse than I thought.

What's even more frustrating is that I don't have time anywhere in the near future to return or exchange the shoes. Buses in Austin are slower than horse carriages and take ages to get anywhere. A trip to the nearest sports store (and back) takes 3 hours. Life really really sucks in America if you don't have a car unless you're a nerd who never leaves mom's basement.

A perverse side of me was excited about having gotten hit in the face though, because it means I'm not a beginner any more :) In P.G Wodehouse's Psmith journalist, one of the characters who's a provocative editor is thrilled on surviving an assasination attempt because it meant they were being taken seriously. That's kinda how I felt.

Anyways, here I am with with broken glasses, screwed up feet, and aches all over my body with a racquetball tournament coming up this weekend, an exam on Monday, and a hundred other deadlines to meet. Perfect. Just perfect.
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[User Picture]From: arvindn
2005-02-24 10:36 am (UTC)
Yeah, definitely stupid, and I don't mind your saying so. Fact is though that even a couple of weeks ago, both my partner nor I were hitting the ball way too slowly for anything like this to happen. We've both improved too fast for me to be able keep a grip on things (which is why I made that comment about being perversely delighted). I guess I'm gonna take a break for a while.
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[User Picture]From: nivedita_n
2005-02-24 05:23 pm (UTC)
What the hell! Your lobotomy seems to have worked far too well - you're far too human for my liking.

>> I guess I'm gonna take a break for a while.<<
Ha ha, you're taking a break? Did I hear you right?? Is this selective or total amnesia you're suffering from???

You'd better learn to take care of yourself or you're gonna...sigh! wish I could say something like 'head straight back to India', but I know I can't, so I'll settle for 'end up losing lots more body parts'.
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