I ... Am ... Knackered

Just got back from Badminton. I used a different racket this week as my usual had already been nicked by the other Matt. At first my game was atrocious, losing the first 3 games where I was playing doubles. Toward the end of the 2nd game though things picked up a little, and when I then played against John and Matt doubled against me on my own I kicked ass.

However, said ass kicking has left me utterly shattered.

On the way into the sports centre I explained that I don't have a Sporty Card as I still haven't supplied the photots for it. The bloke on the desk seemed utterly confused by this (not seen him before, I think he's new) and so he offloaded me onto another member of staff (she looked like one of the instructors, and so also didn't know who I was) who then escorted me through the building like a convict to the main office where one of the admin staff interrogated me.

John had just managed to whack my arm with his racket during the second game when the admin person walked into the hall with a photo of me from my first year and asked if it was me. She then made me a card, so I can get in without any more hassle. I've now decided that I should take the opportunity to start swimming after work whenever possible. I need to get back into shape, and what better way than swimming?