Walking is a painful ordeal.

If I've never felt old before, the past few days sure has given me a glimpse of life 40 years into the future. The time when my body aches with every single movement and it's hard to walk without help. Or to sit and need help getting up.

Muscle aches. That's the cause. Pure agonising horrible muscle aches. Well, yes, I DID bring it onto myself. But hehs, no regrets. I had fun while it lasted.

For those who are extremely lost, the MASCA (Malaysian Students' Council of Australia), which I'm committee of, recently hosted a Sports Carnival. I syiok and gung ho joined two sports. Two only ma, you say. Netball and badminton only. True, it is ONLY two sports. But to be playing consecutively with a maximum of 5-minute breaks in between is bad and detrimental to my muscle health.

I started the day off with a game of netball, lost that. Right after, I had my first round of badminton singles. Won that. Followed closely after, my second round of badminton singles. Won that too. Followed again with ANOTHER round of badminton singles, the semi-finals this time. Lost that to my darling Miss Tan, whom I've played with quite a few times and yet manage to not beat her even once. That marks the end of my badminton singles legacy.

Right after I lost, I had a short rest, and then my second game of netball followed. This time, not only did we lose, we got trashed. Like 20 something to 5 or something to that effect. But hey, we didn't get a zero, and we were terrifically proud of that.

And then straight up next was my round of badminton mixed doubles. Sorry Ah Boy, we could've won if we tried harder. Lost that, and finally, that was the end of my day. NOT.

As committee I had to stay for the whole event. There was still games going on. So there I stayed. Games of finals of badminton. Games of futsal. One injury. Not on me. But on a good friend. Pretty bad one too. Needed 7 stitches.

And next day, couldn't get myself to wake up. Was late for Sports Carnival day 2. Stayed all day out in the sun. Tennis, you see. By then my legs were wobbly.

And then at night I went out to Fenner for dinner. Had dinner, came home, CRASHED.

Crashed till the next day too. Took me ten minutes to pull myself out of bed to get to work. Ten minutes to not wake up. Ten minutes to pull myself out. As in to get up. I was in THAT bad a shape. Dragged my sore feet to work. Worked the entire day for 6 and a half hours. Standing, carrying boxes and stuff. By the time I got home, I really WAS dead.

Good news, now at least I'm walking in a straight-er line. It still hurts, but I'll heal.

When I do, badminton and netball, here I come again!