There is something so comforting to me about being on a racquetball court. If you have never been on one this might not make any sense to you. I started playing about 18 years ago (usually only play by myself). I have not stepped foot onto a court in a few years. Tonight I asked my BF if I could hitch a ride with him to the gym. Not sure what came over me since I have not been to the gym in a few years.

I close my eyes as I gently shut the door to the court. Drinking in the beautiful sound. The sound the door makes when it closes is such a calming sound to me. Such a beautiful echo. A sound that touches my soul in such a soft, comforting and loving way. Standing in the middle of the room I let the ball roll out of my hand and hit the ground – gracefully bouncing back into my waiting hand. The sound it makes when it kisses the ground to me is breathtaking. So much so it gives me goose bumps. I wait for the echo to become silent. I close my eyes and let the ball fall from my hand again. Again goose bumps. Again silence. Again I let it fall. Over and over. Drinking in the sound each time it touches the ground. I usually don’t like noise. Most noise to me seems to have such sharp edges. Edges that claw and dig at my soul. But for some reason the sounds on a racquetball court don’t have any sharp edges. They are round and soft. They seem to gently touch my soul.

From the first time I stepped foot onto a court I found that sound comforting. I played by myself for about 35 minutes tonight. I enjoyed it. I stopped because the gym was closing (it was 10 pm). But I think I would have stopped at that point anyway. The thing that I found amazing was I played and enjoyed it but I did not get the high from it that I remember getting. Back in the exercise addiction days once I was on the court (playing by myself) for 4 hours, only taking water breaks and one 30-minute phone break. Feels good to know I can do something I once enjoyed so much without getting high.

Kari