There was a small but enthusiastic turnout for the Monday lunchtime community pickleball session up at the university. We’re talking exam season here. Usually we play in the sports centre. Because of the students sweating over their finals, we got shunted into the big boy sports arena.
The very mention of the word sports centre and exams still terrifies me. My place playing pickleball on Monday lunchtime was much more preferred.
The sports arena is absolutely outstanding. The facilities are incredible. A cheeky trip to the toilet involves using the professional changing rooms of the Rebels. We’re talking almost Premier League standards here.
Anyway, the pickleball; it wasn’t exactly elite level, but I am improving.
It’s not unknown to have up to 18 players rock up for these community sessions. Today we had a dedicated player quota of five pickleballers, which is a bit of an odd number when you’re playing doubles.
We played a game with one person sitting out and then rotated. One of the players was a new face. He was a student who had obviously come straight from the world of tennis.
My calf held up well. Recent pickleball sessions have seen me laying off slightly and not quite going 100%. I didn’t get pickled once today.
