It is not how big you are, it's how big you play. ~Author Unknown
All I know is every Saturday my husband disappears for four hours, comes home exhausted, happy, complaining of injuries, bad calls, heroic victories and soul sucking defeats. .
Still, when I asked Phil to teach me to play today he was reluctant. He tried to pawn me off on some pro. NO. I wanted to experience Phil's view of Racquetball. So here we go...
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It took a little bit before I started to get the feel of it. I thought it was "action packed" until I saw the video.
It felt great! Bam Bam Bam. Hitting the ball against the wall. Man, take this and that. Wham. No wonder Phil likes this. I can see where this would be great therapy on those day when you just feel like you're beating your head against the wall, but you can whack this ball around a court with power.
You know I'm surprised. I liked it. And I now I get Phil's Racquetball addiction. I don't think I would have tried it if I wasn't doing "firsts".
I always said I didn't want to play because I was afraid I'd get hit in the face. And I was happily slapped in the face again today by the reality it feels good and fresh to step outside your comfort zone and take a good swing at something.