Listening to:
a new mix on iTunes.

Last week, Geoff called me up and asked me if I was up to playing squash with him on Monday. I said, sure, squash sounds like fun. Let's do it.

Squash does sound like fun, doesn't it? Squash. Like something you would play after eating jello. Something effortles, pleasant, and somewhat squishy.

It's not. In fact, playing squash os the exact opposite of all that. It's fun, sure, but it's hard, and it;s fast, and it's confusing. Plus, my glasses kept falling down my nose. No good. I enjoyed it, but I knew, even while I was playing, that it was going to hurt like hell afterward.

Today, the muscles in my legs have staged a protest. Apparently, I need to give them a week's warning before we try something like that again. Apparently bouncing around the sqaush court for fourty minutes after not sleeping the night beofre violates my muscles' work contract. Apparently, if I try that again, they're going to start ignoring me and doing their own thing.

So yes, I have pain. But it's a good pain, right? It's the pain of being fit. It's the pain of having fun. It's the pain of trying. I could get used to it, I could learn to ignore it. It might be worth it. After all, squash is kind of fun to play. Plus, it's just such a fun name to say.

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