Saturday Morning I met Dad / Coach for our weekly racquetball practice. About 20 minutes into it Dad left the court for a couple of minutes. I continued to attempt to hit the ball and make it go where I wanted it to. During the short time he was gone I began to sweat, ALOT, it was pouring off my face. When Dad got back he looked at me and said, “Did someone turn a faucet on your face?”. It was exactly like that too, you would have thought I had a water spout on top of my head.

That’s what I like about racquetball though, it’s such a great work out!