Today, on a whim, I went to play racquetball with a friend from work. Neither of us had played for five years or so.
I'm happy to report that we accomplished both the primary and secondary goals of racquetball: Crashing Into Walls At Speed, and Being Pelted in the Back, respectively.
I forget what the tertiary goal is. If it's Straining One's Lower Back, then I'm three for three.
Serious fun, though. Hoo boy.
* actual quote.