game, set, match (or, 'ow ow ow ow', part 2)

sunday i slept in pretty late, and then went to go visit my mom. i would have gotten to her place before she was back from church, so i went and blew an hour or so walking around at the mall. i thought i found a really cool thing for the slf at williams-sonoma, a french press for coffee. i thought i had heard her and brian talking about it when we were at dinner a few weeks ago, and her saying she didn't have one. turns out she does, but just not one that also is a travel mug. oops. got to my mom's, we swapped belated xmas presents, and then my mom suggested we go play a game of raquetball. i've never played before, and i didn't even really have the right clothes, and certainly not the right shoes, but i borrowed sneakers from my stepdad, and we were off! let me just tell you; if you've never played raquetball before, it is hard! my mom is in her 50s, and she ran my ass into the ground! granted, she has been playing for quite a few years, but i still wasn't adequately prepared for the slaughter. she seems to think that i did great for a first time, and i'll get much better if i keep playing, but that might have just been her being nice. i ran full-speed into walls, took dives on the floor, you name it. i'm actually writing this a couple of days later and pre-dating it in blogger, so i can tell you that things still hurt; i'm having trouble raising my raquet arm above shoulder-height, and my ass hurts from repeatedly falling on it. all that said, i really enjoyed it, and i definitely got a good cardio workout. i'm loathe to take up another sport, but perhaps next winter it'll be a nice thing to keep me in enough shape to eat what i want when it's not bike season.