Yes, it's all in the wrist (and shoulder, glutes, quads & mind)...the wondrous joys of racquetball! Rac-quet, yeaaah [high whiny air guitar solo to the tune of some eighties soft-cock-rock anthem]!
On my first ever time on a squash-court I managed to lose a ball into the fluoro lights, up into the gallery and smack bang into my boyfriend's nads! Awesome! Not the world's cheapest way to work up a sweat, but the fun-factor more than justifies the dollars.
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