Last night 3 of my best buds and I went to play Racquetball. I have not played in a long time so I was a little concerned about how I would do.
When I walked into the court I was reminded of how hard it is to hear each other because of the echo. I recalled how I have been hit in the face/leg/arm in the past and how much that really hurt! I relived the pain in my chest from trying to breathe. I was also a little concerned about the foot issue I have had.
After a short rally and a review of rules we started a doubles match. I could feel my heart pumping hard as I ran around to smack the heck out of that ball. It gets a little crazy with 4 people running around that court but luckily I was only the victim of getting in the way of the ball once although my buddy has a multi-colored circle on his leg. OUCH!
We played for a little over an hour and it was a great time. I started to feel low about ½ hour in but after some Life Savers, and a moment to let them kick into gear, I was good to go.
When we were finished, we gathered up our stuff and headed outside to the car. I noticed that I could breathe. I mean, truly breathe.
I remembered how I would strain to suck down a much air as possible when we were done. I would sit on the bench after we played until I was able to breathe and then I would light a cigarette up as if drawing in a breath was not a major task only a few minutes ago. Wow.
I was worried about how my much larger self would do at playing such a high energy sport but that was not a problem at all.
The moral to this story?
Smoking is worse then being fat!
I know I was thinking a lot about smoking a week ago but I am not any longer.
I am a non smoker.