On Tuesday, playing with my foreigner group, I got a shot over the net (barely) and my opponent wasn’t able to return it.
“Hao qiu!” my partner said (good shot) but I silently cursed myself. Because booming in my head I heard my coach yelling at me. “You had no purpose! That was a weak shot.”
Because, truth was, it was a very weak shot. I didn’t win that point because of my talent, I won it because my opponent wasn’t very good.
Later, as I kept playing, I heard my coach again and again berate me for being too slow, hitting with no power, etc, etc. The dude is officially in my head.
When I saw him the next night, and told him about it, he was quite happy. “You yell at me in my head!” I said. He did a little excited fist pump
I’m also basically living at his gym now that my job is finished for the summer and I have time.
“See you tomorrow,” he said one night as I was leaving.
“Tomorrow?” I said. Tomorrow was Sunday. I never played on Sundays. I had originally gone just two nights a week, then three. Going Sunday would mean 4 nights a week.
“Yeah. 7:30,” he said.
How could I refuse?
So now I play 5 nights a week, with most nights being 3.5-4 hours a night. Somehow I’m not dead but I have some pretty regular sore muscles I’m hoping will adapt eventually.