blue ball

Sunday was supposed to be like my easy day at the gym. I had set up a time to meet up with a girlfriend to play racquetball. Two minutes into the game of chaosball I was sweating big time. After an hour of play (which went by really fast compared to tennis) I felt good and was a sweaty mess.

I said my goodbyes to my girlfriend and then scooted up next to M while she was on the treadmill. She too looked like she had sweated a puddle. We both agreed it was time to hit the hot tub and boy oh boy was that a treat. The day was almost just a tad too warm for hot tubbing but we suffered through the warm bubbly treat. We did take a dip into the pool to cool down only to find our way back to the hot tub.

By the time I changed into some street clothes to go home I felt so wonderfully relaxed.

Now this morning was another story as I rolled out of bed and onto my feet. Holy crap! My legs from my feet to my hips are so darn sore. I feel like I had done like step aerobics yesterday and all of this came from racquetball. I sure did underestimate the power of chasing around a little blue ball.