30 Minutes of Racquetball practice, it was. I know that I wasn't pushing myself as hard as last time. And no, this isn't just a repeated theme from prior entries because it felt easier. Last time I think I was overpushing a bit, butressed by the feeling like I'd strained something a tiny bit under my swinging arm. I feel like The Doctor in Christmas Invasion - "This hand.... is a swingin' hand!" But I did push my pulse rate up several times, and it was a good workout.
I also noticed that the balls I'm using (no, not those! racquetballs! tee hee!) aren't as dynamic as when I bought them. That was about, oh, twelve years ago. This is actually a good thing at the stage of practice I'm in - I have to work much harder to get my shots to the front wall. Eventually, though, I'll have to get new ones. And I'll have to get a replacement for the elastic band of my prescription (albeit old prescription) protective goggles. They're still working, but are just a little loose. In fact, I can't find "my" model of goggles at the manufacturer's site, the closest is:
http://www.libertyoptical.com/products_zone.asp. But it's the band I'm looking for - not the frames.
But for today, my heart did get to pulsing, though.
After I was done and cooling down just outside the court, someone walked up and told me there's a group that meets at 5 AM for playing racquetball, and I'm welcome to come and join them. As tempting as the offer is, I know I need more practice before going into live play. And 5AM, when the Club opens, is a bit early for me. Still, maybe someday.
Tomorrow: Track walking day. I've had two days of heavy, now for a little light.