I played raquetball once in highschool, for approximatley one hour, because I ran into the wall, rammed the raquet handle into my stomach and threw up. Yep, no more raquetball for me.
However, we now have a pass to the Orem Fitness center and the boys and I decide to play raquetball. We have no idea what the rules are or how to play, so we watched some other guys for a minute, (who knows if they knew how to play) and then just began.
I am proud to say, I only lost once, that's right...I showed them who was boss. No mercy!! Not really, we just rotated playing to ten. It was a blast and now every thursday night at six we have a court reserved.
When I say every night, this coming thursday will be our second time.
I have also started spinning classes to get ready for the upcoming biking season. In reality however it is just so I can somewhat keep up with my younger brother going uphill, it hasn't worked so far, maybe this year.
Last saturday, there were many new women attending. It seems Zumba didn't start when they thought so the did a spinning class instead. We all gave them suggestions and showed them how to work th bike. Afterword to be nice they invited us to come to Zumba with them. they assured us that other men went. We assured them that we are not.
It didn't happen, and never will.
That would be wrong at every level that I can think of.
Every level.
Seriously.
Oh, and before biking I did the eliptical for 1/2 hour...pointless...I don't know if a more boring, useless piece of equipment could be invented. Well maybe the thighmaster would be a close second.
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