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 .
Really glad to here from you again. I love the posts and enjoy the way we look at ourselves when we actually are doing quite well.
give the girls a hug and relax and enjoy the day or night. Pear shape is definitely better than apple!!!!!
Posted by: Susan | September 07, 2010 at 10:16 PM
That reminds me. I need to make you a DVD of your state championship game. I bet your girls are old enough to really enjoy seeing you playing basketball. Dad and I have looked at it several times over the years -- and it's always a thrill when your team wins in the end! Love, Mom
Posted by: Sandra | September 08, 2010 at 03:46 AM
BTW, you might have surprised yourself if you had played basketball with the "younguns" -- your competitive spirit has always given you a good chance to win, even when your stats might made you the underdog.
Posted by: Sandra | September 08, 2010 at 03:53 AM
I agree with your mom that you might have given those youngsters a surprise. But oh the pain over the next few days! :-)
Posted by: Linda | September 08, 2010 at 09:38 AM
Sadly, I decided to play with those young guys a few years ago. By "play" I meant I walked up and down the court while everyone else ran. I also got some rebounds by using my elbows. I've still got the moves.
Posted by: Daddy Forever | September 20, 2010 at 11:28 PM