It was blowing hard and not very warm. Not inviting weather for a walk outside, so I drove to the local rec center. They have racquetball courts there. There were racquetball players there too. Several of them were nice enough to invite me to play. I was rusty and it was a slow start for me, but I warmed up and did respectably. Each game it seemed like I had a chance.
I don’t remember the last time I played. I think it’s been over a year. Most of my exercise is slow and steady now; nothing like the bursts of racquetball. An hour and a half left me winded. I suspect tomorrow and the day after I’m going to be feeling the pain I used to take such great pleasure inflicting.
