Personal War Time!

Last night, Shayne, Marsha and I went to play racquetball. It was the first time to play for all of us. We had no clue what we were doing. But it was fun...Despite the welt I gave Shayne. We took pictures, but it was right under her chest, so that wouldn't be appropriate to put online. But it was the size of the racquetball. I hit it straight at hr, I don't know what I was thinking. She was right in my line of direction, so it's my fault that I wasn't able see ahead in five minutes what was abut to happen and stop my arm from wacking that ball right into her. Here is my mean racquetball face. Yes the gross sweaty goggles worn by twenty 50-year old men before me were required, they were not a choice. But it's a good thing they are required because there were some close calls. I entitled this post Personal War Time because I think I Will go back this week and play racquetball alone. It sounds dumb, but I was getting a really good work out just hitting those balls against the wall and chasing after them myself.