Why I Hate Exercise
When I was younger I was blessed with a fast metabolism that kept me skinny for the first 28 years of my life, but as I got closer to 30 I found that I was starting to gain weight. At one point during Alex's treatment I actually came close to the 200 pound mark, which doesn't sound too bad except I'm not that tall (5' 9 1/2") and most of the weight was in my gut. Since then I've managed to keep my weight down by eating better and exercising. My biggest problem is that I hate to exercise. In my mind there is nothing more mind numbingly boring than spending an hour or two on some stationary machine running, rowing or lifting in place. Luckily this summer I discovered Kayaking, which quickly became my favorite source of exercise. Of course right now it's cold outside, the water is freezing and there are white caps on the Sound, so I really haven't kayaked that much lately. Right now my favorite exercise is walking from the bedroom to my office.
When I was younger my favorite form of exercise (aside from the obvious - wink wink nudge nudge know what I mean!) was tennis. Now at this point you're probably thinking that this whole post is going to be about my exercise regime or even worse my sex life! Nope it's just a clever ruse to lead you into the story of how I almost died playing tennis. Okay maybe not died, but it was almost a fate worse than death!
Back in college I was playing doubles with my best friend and two girls, one of which I had a major crush on. It was a relatively friendly match until near the end when my partner hit a little floater from the baseline that just barely cleared the net. That's when my best friend, who I'd known since I was 5 years old, who was like a brother to me, wound up an overhead smash and proceeded to hit the ball as hard as he could at (how can I put this delicately?) the family jewels. And for probably the only time in his life his aim was true! I went down like I'd been shot. I think for a moment I actually felt my testicles in my throat. My best friend's response? He started laughing hysterically at the top of his lungs. Now my partner didn't see where the ball had hit, so she came up to me and asked if I was okay. My only response was "Honey, I think we're going to have to adopt."
P.S. I actually played tennis with my friend after that, but from that point on I wore a cup on the court!
When I was younger my favorite form of exercise (aside from the obvious - wink wink nudge nudge know what I mean!) was tennis. Now at this point you're probably thinking that this whole post is going to be about my exercise regime or even worse my sex life! Nope it's just a clever ruse to lead you into the story of how I almost died playing tennis. Okay maybe not died, but it was almost a fate worse than death!
Back in college I was playing doubles with my best friend and two girls, one of which I had a major crush on. It was a relatively friendly match until near the end when my partner hit a little floater from the baseline that just barely cleared the net. That's when my best friend, who I'd known since I was 5 years old, who was like a brother to me, wound up an overhead smash and proceeded to hit the ball as hard as he could at (how can I put this delicately?) the family jewels. And for probably the only time in his life his aim was true! I went down like I'd been shot. I think for a moment I actually felt my testicles in my throat. My best friend's response? He started laughing hysterically at the top of his lungs. Now my partner didn't see where the ball had hit, so she came up to me and asked if I was okay. My only response was "Honey, I think we're going to have to adopt."
P.S. I actually played tennis with my friend after that, but from that point on I wore a cup on the court!
