Squash: The Fear

I’m heading out to play squash later this evening with a friend locally – and I have the fear something terrible.

Firstly, with the business having taken up so much of my time outside family life over the last 12 months, my fitness regime has suffered. Just a year ago I used to swim a mile two or three times every week- now I’m lucky if i get down to the pool once a month.

Also, I have played a little squash before and my enduring memory is that it’s not the opponent or the ball you have to watch, it’s the wall (which, I recall, is pretty hard).

Finally, my dad did his achilles heel in whilst playing squash – and told me it both felt and sounded as he imagines it might to be shot.

So, I’m completely terrified. Should be a lovely evening out…