Sometimes it would be the best part of my day. Relative to the normal responsibilities of being an adult. Sometimes clearing my head to focus on pummelling a super bouncy ball against six walls for an hour and a half with an equally motivated partner could be the best thing about a day, or at least a highlight.
“Holy cow,” I think to myself, jogging up the stairs from my gym’s racquetball courts, “five work-related texts are just now coming through. Reception is weak courtside!” I jokingly lament to Nate in the office. “You guys have got to get wifi in the gym.” Click here to read the full article by Alyson Renaldo for the Huffington Post.