Racquetball, smack-it-ball!

So my friend Kristi decided to introduce me to racquetball the other day, so we went to play at our gym. Always up for a challenge, I decided it wouldn't be so bad. But I felt like a fish out of water with a different kind of racquet and ball and new rules to remember. It was weird, but I was up for it. "One bounce or two bounces in front of the line? Or behind the line?" I would ask. Half the time I was confused and half the time I was a chicken with my head cut off.

I must have looked crazy since I was running around this box like a crazy person, screaming at the top of my lungs and throwing myself into every single wall (not on purpose of course, just sheer lack of skill). I think I have some bruises to prove it. I think they should put padding on the walls. In bowling, you can get the bunkers. Well, I want padded racquetball walls. Whoever said racquetball isn't a contact sport is mistaken. I'm going to try it again today, so we'll see how many more bruises I can get. Update coming soon....