So, I finished working out this morning (did I ask you for your comments? no.) And while I was waiting for one of the trainers to return my watch (which I dropped off with her the last time I worked out in 1997) I decided to shoot baskets in the gym. Oh. my.
It started off well enough. It was just me and one other guy shooting baskets (and he had wisely chosen to shoot at the other end). I was using all my best moves (basically, I just kept shooting, missing, rebounding, shooting, missing, rebounding....it was the secret to my success in high school). I was feeling pretty good. It's actually not a bad workout, I was counting up the calories I was burning.
And then another guy showed up.
And another guy.
And then a small group of guys.
Ummmm....it was pretty clear they were all there to PLAY.
They were all mid to late twenties. They were all in really good shape.
I'm in my late, late, late twenties......(shut up). And in a shape (they call it a pear).
I briefly thought of grabbing the piece of paper they were all signing their names to get on a team and show those younguns just what was what.... but I was pretty sure their wasn't a defibrillator near by......why risk it?? right?? Maybe next week. or . not .