The Magic Words
In Chinese, the word for the top level players is 高手 gao shou, which means expert. (It literally translates to tall hands, which is why I chose the picture above. Get it? heh heh…) In economic terms I would say…
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Tag Archive: coach
Looking Back
My blog is just a small blog. A place to put my thoughts and feelings down about my badminton journey. I thank you for reading it, but if nobody read it, I’d still write it. That’s because I find it…
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Learned my First Badminton Deception Shot
I’m dumb. Really, really dumb. And in badminton it is painfully easy (and incredibly fun) to trick me. My coach does it all the time, feigning his body left while hitting the birdie to the right. Or jumping up to…
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Story Time at the Badminton Courts
My coach, two other people and I were sitting at the “tea” table at the courts. I had just finished 5 hours play and was spent. I was not going back out to play yet I couldn’t muster the energy…
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What We Do When We Don’t Play Badminton
For me, badminton is about playing. If I’m at the court, I’m not sitting off to the side chatting with others. I’m out there playing… …But all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. Here’s a peek at…
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Badminton Footwork
There was a lot of “I hate you’s” directed towards my coach in class today. Which can only mean one thing: footwork practice. Footwork is, by far, my biggest problem in badminton, and hammering out all my bad habits and…
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How a Foreigner Can Find a Badminton Coach (in China)
This blog is pretty new, and I don’t do anything to advertise it, but people are slowly beginning to find it. And not just people, but women! Foreign women living in China who also play badminton! (See the comments on…
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The Quiet Moments
On Tuesday I have class with my coach. We do it in the morning, so no one else bothers us. There are no other players, and the only other people there are Lao Shushu, the old uncle who lives at…
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Teaching all the Wrong English to All the Wrong People
It’s kinda funny because in my foreigner badminton group, everyone swears in their native language. I mean, swears just kinda pop out when you least expect it and they roll off the tongue so naturally you don’t have time to…
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Training Like I’ve Never Trained Before
When I came back from my summer travels I wasted no time getting back into the badminton game. And by “wasted no time” I mean, devoted myself entirely. I decided to not see my friends, not go out for lunches…
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