eleven

...the total number of points I scored my first night of racquetball.  Eleven glorious points!  Sure, it took me 5 matches to get there (0,0,1,4,6).  I loved every minute.  Especially the one where six middle-aged fat guys (any one of whom--I confress--could have creamed me) were making faces at me from the other side of the glass. That was priceless. I'm also pretty sure it means I'm 'in'.

This week's #1 training goal: learn to serve.  (Yes, I am aware that I am inexplicably talking like someone from the third world... Abu's #1 Taxi... Botswana's #1 Ladies Detective Agency... Leigh's #1 Training Goal). 

*Contented sigh* 

My booty's gonna be in some major pain tomorrow...