It sounds silly to take solace in an empty squash court. The body circuit class was not intensive enough, and I didn't want to do treadmill. Back to the old days, where I didn't run at all.
Its like music. Hitting the ball towards the wall is like session myself through what I am familiar with. Piano. Tennis. Home.
The ball is black and much smaller. But who cares. I find part of myself here.
Hit it and get it going.
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