Still, as always, STRUGGLING!!!

So I have decided that racquetball is a very dangerous sport for me. In a high school PE class, I smacked into the front wall so hard with my knee that the purple/pink bruise covered my knee in its entirety, and probably parts of my shin/thigh too! I haven't had too many major incidents like that since high school--UNTIL NOW!!!

Kristeee and I have started a weekly trip to the Orem Fitness Center to play racquetball. It has been years since I had played, (at least 7 I think). Anyhow, tonight marked the 3rd week playing. The first week, Kristeee smacked me in the back of the head with the ball. The second week I think we both got hit with the ball at least once, but I think the wall hit us, and so that wasn't our fault. Running into the walls is just a natural part of at least my game, so those times don't count!

Then there was tonight. About ten minutes into the game, my racket decided to take control of itself and take out its built up hostility and anger towards me ON ME. I know this pic is hard to see, that's what I get for trying to take it with my phone! Anyway, you can however, see the big red spot on my nose. Just a bit to the left is another little scratch, which I don't know how well you can see it in the pic. I didn't notice the second scratch until I got home and was forced to change the band aid.

After it happened, I told Kristeee what I had done as she saw that I was forced to my knees. Good ol' sweet, supportive Kristeee didn't know how to react. She was trying not to laugh at me being in agony, but let's face it, it WAS funny! I think the laughing made it hurt more, but even I couldn't help but laugh at myself!

We noticed my nose was bleeding, but not from where we first thought. Obviously by the big red bulls eye on my nose, that was the source of the blood. Not only did we have to stop our game to take care of my issue, but we were at the end of what seemed to be the hallway of death! All the old ladies waiting outside their courts for their turn saying:

"Oh my gosh you're bleeding!" or "Oh my gosh you got hit!"

Good thing they told me that, or I don't know what I would have done!!! Kristeee found me a band aid and a sack of ice, cause she noticed my nose was swelling up rather quickly. She offered to call off the game, but I couldn't let a little blood stop me from whooping on her! OK, so I won 1 of 3 games. I choked at the end of the last two...we'll blame the nose, and the headache for that. I couldn't think very clear!!!

You would think smacking myself with my racket would be enough for one evening, but this is ME we are talking about. I won't go into the details, let's just say that my nose and my ego are not the only things bruised after this evening. My derriere is a little on the sore side too :(

I have said it before, and I will say it again, I STRUGGLE!!!