This post would be more aptly titled "Napolean Dynamite Plays Racquetball" because that's about what it looked (and felt) like. To start, I actually unwrapped the plastic on my new racquet and can of balls in the racquetball court (how newbie/geeky is that?). Then I pulled out my $1 red Walmart "sport" radio and broke the clip trying to attach it to my waistband. After finding a pocket to stuff it in, I put on my headphones and realized how incredibly 1999 it was to wear actual headphones (versus the sleek white $30 "earbuds" all the Ipod pros at the gym were wearing). Then came the actual "solo racquetball game" part. If one could actually get points for flailing somewhat aimlessly around the court, smacking the ball at the ceiling, and all but playing a sort of Extreme Golf with the racquet, I think I could be a real ace. But I don't think it would be a very popular exercise if everyone looked as absolutely 6th grade Gym Geek as I did. At one point I actually envied the finesse of the Mother/Toddler duo rolling a dodgeball around in the court across from me. I did eventually get into a sort of mojo toward the end and Lord knows I worked up a sweat chasing that stupid ball into corners. The weight training part of the workout went pretty well and this time I made sure to stretch after each muscle group.
I treated myself to a Starbucks mocha afterward (1%, no whip cream). And the barista was kind enough to open the bottle of Aquafina I had brought.