Painfully Great

After Friday's work out with the Palisters and their ten acres of leaves I went and played Racquetball early Satruday morning. I played with Mr. Martin (Elisabeth's dad...girlfriend) and Mr. Keesecker (Lauren's dad...ex-girlfriend) Both of them have the first name of Bob, both are over 50 and both ganged up against the young guy. Mr. Martin managed a couple racquetball courts until he got into the park systems...he is super freaking great. Mr Keesecker is a hard corps hand baller that plays a good game of r-ball. Between them there is like 50 years of r-ball experience, I have been playing for about nine months. Well, they did a good job teaching me a lesson, a lot of lessons. They ganged up on me and beat me into a pulp and had me running all over that damn little box. It was the greatest time I've had playing r-ball ever. I learned sooooo much and I want badly to play them again. It's so much better to play against people that are tons better and are willing to share their knowledge to help you. After a great couple games...and I didn't score the fewest points either...I went back to work. I thought I would go back and work on leaves, but no. I went back to remove tree stumps. After six hours of that and a solid hour of playing r-ball I was TIRED. Today, I can hardly move. I know I was winded from the r-ball, but the stump removing kicked my booty. My arms and quads and shoulders are soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sore. Ouch! Then driving in the car for four hours did NOT help. I can hardly lift my right arm.

Here are some photos of me with my equipment...I get intense, I wanted to hold the ball, but couldn't with the racquet and the camera...it's not typically in my mouth.