Racquetball

My friends invited me to play racquetball last night, so after mowing the lawn I made my way to the IM Building. My first game, against B, I was masterful: every shot was perfect. The second game, against D, who's a much tougher opponent, I was keeping pace for a while. But about halfway my mindfulness broke down, and I surrender a bunch of easy points. Down to defeat. Then I played B again. I jumped out to a quick lead, and then the same let-down again. I gave him more points than he scored. I finally got it together for a late run, but too late, as it turned out.
Then I played J, whom I haven't beaten in a while. He is one of those guys who lifts weights to make his biceps look big, and he's always teasing me about the size of my arms. It doesn't bother me, because I know my strenth training is about more than physical strength. Even before we began, he was complaining about being tired. Whatever, dude: we both played three games, and I mowed the lawn before I started.
Here was the benefit of my WF training: I was running down every shot, and muscle boy was dragging. I can't tell you how many points I scored because J hit into the ground. So I crushed him, and I know why he won't beat me again.