I'm fairly athletic... well for a "Crap! I'm only 3 months away from 40" year old! Now please don't confuse me with one of those runner perverts! I cannot stand running for distance. To me a long distance run is...well... a double! Through high school I played the reflex sports! Baseball (2nd base, 3rd base and catcher), I wrestled, well actually I counted a lot of ceiling tiles (weighing 89 pounds and wrestling in the 101 weight class will do that to you!), and I played tennis.
Now, I play racquetball.
I love the sport for the workout I get while forgetting that it is actually exercise and I am no longer 25! I play it for all I am worth. I play in the "A" leagues, and while I do not win them all, I do make them competitive. I have a "Never Say Die" attitude on the court. And many of my opponents will attest to the fact I refuse to call a hinder until I have made ALL efforts to get to the ball... yes even if you are between me and the ball! I am respectful however, in that I know that my struck racquetball can approach supersonic (At least it sounds that way) and to be the surrogate front wall in such circumstances is not fun... but Damn you should see the welts that can leave!
I've played the sport for going on 24 years now, with a number of unintentional sabbaticals sprinkled in. In the past year and a half, I have picked the sport up again in earnest in an effort to fight the impending floatation device that seems to be dead set on inflating around my mid-section, ruining my view of my size 12 Nikes! So far it is paying off! My size 34 Levi's are not tight! And I can still wear belts with normal belt buckles, not those cowboy girdles!
As I mentioned in a previous post, I have caught one "Pain in the Ass" of a cold. This bastard really wiped me out for the past two weeks. Which has precluded me from exorcising my stress demons on the court. I have been grumpy! Well this past Friday, I stepped gum rubber laden foot once again on the wood floor, and played a respectable game against one of my usual opponents. He won the majority of the 5 games, but not all. And considering my endurance was somewhat wanting, I still felt better for the effort.
Then came today. Because of my layoff I had some matches to make up in my league. So I played 3 independent matches, 3 games each! Wouldn't you just know it, I couldn't win any one of them in the first 2 games, nor would I give in, so all went the maximum 3 games. And damn it I only won 1 out of the 3 matches!
But I did learn a really interesting fact relating to Newton's First Law (Inertia) during tonight's matches. When in the final stages of fighting a cold, the snot stays with you till the end... well... almost! Snot doesn't like sudden stops and rapid changes of directions! I felt like a rodeo bull! Fortunately none of my opponents suffered the "Rodeo Clown Rinse!" But I did manage to make a lasso or two.... I Hate Colds! Don't get this thing! It takes all the fun out of racquetball and other activities!
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