I finally took my sorry butt back to the gym today (Monday). I’ve got a boat load of excuses for not exercising, but in reality they are all bullshit. I could have made time for it, but just didn’t.
Basketball is not exactly one of those “muscle memory” sports. It is a “practice, practice, practice” sport. If you don’t practice your jump shot, it goes away. I’ve issued an Amber Alert for mine.
When I checked in at the front desk, I asked the guy if he could see the last time I had been there. April 29th. Ouch.
So I played a few games, got my heart pumping a bit, had some fun, and even collected a new battle scar to show my wife (why do us guys do that? “Look honey, I got hurt. Love me”). This injury was because I had my protective goggles on. No goggles, no blood. How’s that for irony?
I’ll go back on Wednesday to play. It felt good to get moving again.