Yesterday, after a hiatus of 8 years, I picked up my squash racquet in earnest. After playing (and losing) a number of games with my friend Pat, I noted that the grip on my racquet was sloughing off merely from my grasp. I could blame this equipment malfunction for the losses were not the discrepancy in skill and strategy so glaring.
The upshot is that after an hour-and-a-half of squash yesterday, my butt and quads are achy and I'm moving slowly. Kai was glad to have his "guitar" back.