So I might as well finally announce it, I started a new website! No, it won’t replace this one. I’ll keep posting here about China, teaching students and dating Chinese guys, but lately I have a new obsession: badminton.
It takes up a good part of my week and when I’m not actually playing it I am watching videos, reading websites and talking about it. If you’re my friend on Facebook, you’ve seen a lot of badminton posts these past few weeks.
And I know I’m probably boring most people with it because not a lot of people care about the sport. So I figured the hell with it, might as well start a new blog! I got a lot to talk about and I don’t want to unduly bore people so I decided a dedicated website was in order.
www.badmintonbecky.com is born!
On badmintonbecky.com I’ll only talk about badminton and my life in how it relates to badminton. There won’t be much China news or anything about me besides badminton. So if that sounds like your cup of tea, please head on over! While “Badminton Becky” sounds like a superhero or something, I assure you I’m anything but. Even after playing three times a week (once a week with my own coach even) I still kinda suck. I am just not a sports girl. Sure, I like hiking, going swimming, playing archery. But I’m not good at any of these things. I’m the one usually there for comic relief. (I’m bacon Becky, remember?)
But I found a strange passion and excitement for badminton that I’ve never felt before for a sport. It wasn’t love at first sight (I went for months just to have fun and see my friends) but it’s turned into something deep and I think badminton and I will have a long, happy relationship. (Though there will be fights a’plenty).
Anyway, I’ve already written several blog posts. Check out the reason I started the blog, learn about my precious, I mean my racket, find out my goals and see which muscle hurt the most at my weekly update #1.
So this new blog is about a book loving, tea drinking nerd trying to become proficient in a sport. You’ll also see some of the ugliest pictures of me imaginable. I do not glow when I sweat, I melt, and look nasty. Don’t laugh too hard. 😉