racquetball

Racquetball. It's a very deceptive sport. One thinks, "oh, I think I'll go play racquetball tonight," as if it were something light and relatively painless, a mere cup of tea to drink. But once one steps inside the white walled room, with its hideous echoes and screaming ball and pounding footsteps, reality rings its ugly little bell. And somehow an hour passes, and, sweat dripping from one's nose, one steps outside to drink from the water fountain, only to find it spazmatic. And once back inside, one's body saturated in frustrated water fountain water, the groove is gone. The muscles groan in exertion and cold sweat and lungs contract to find no oxygen. And now there is only

exhaustion