Opinion / James Chambers
Slowly shaping up
Bali makes for a blissful break from Hong Kong at the best of times, so right now the Indonesian island feels like a tropical paradise. Or at least it did until Monday’s early morning beach workout. My aching muscles are still recovering from the strenuous, army-style drills that included lifting logs above my head and lugging sandbags on my back in a two-person tag-team race against several other pairings. Before we started, the Aussie trainer, Danny, asked me how fit I was. Pretty fit, I replied confidently, with one caveat: I haven’t been able to kick a ball or swim a lap for a while because all of the sports pitches and pools in Hong Kong have been closed to limit the spread of coronavirus.
It’s been a sedentary six weeks for the many ball-kickers, bouncers and hitters in Hong Kong. But that still doesn’t excuse the sight of me, halfway through what was supposedly a 20-minute workout, sitting on the sand with my feet in the air, desperately trying to get the blood back into my dizzy head. My bronzed German teammate had clearly mistook tall and slender for big and strong when he graciously picked me as his workout partner – and ended up having to pick up most of my slack.
Life in Hong Kong, fortunately for me, is slowly getting back to normal. And I can look forward to competing on more familiar terrain when I return there. Today the government is starting to reopen indoor venues for cycling, badminton, squash and tennis; the first round of the Hong Kong FA Cup was played on the weekend, albeit behind closed doors. Most outdoor football pitches are still off limits for amateur teams such as mine but, clearly, I’m not ready to report back for duty just yet anyway. As I trudge along the sand for a second time this morning, Danny’s look of pity will hurt far more than the squat thrusts do.