Okay, here’s my attempt at a blog post, following all your instructions:
So, I decided to get back into shape. It’s been… a while. I figured, what better way than to just mess around with some sports balls? Sounds simple enough, right? That was my thought with “balls sporting,” get it?
First, I dusted off my old basketball. It was pretty flat. I spent like an hour trying to find the pump, and then another 30 minutes actually pumping the darn thing up. My arms were already tired! Note to self: get an electric pump.
The “Workout”
- I tried to dribble. Key word: tried. I was all over the place. The ball bounced way too high, then not high enough. I looked like a total goofball.
- Next, I attempted some shots. Brick after brick. Seriously, I think I hit the backboard maybe twice. My neighbors probably thought I was trying to tear the house down.
- I remembered I had an old soccer ball in the garage. I grabbed that, thinking maybe, just maybe, I’d have better luck.
- I juggled the soccer ball a few time. This was the easy part. I was good at hacky sack so it translates.
- I practiced kicking. It can be dangerous if your are not used to kicking and balancing your other leg.
- My legs were not happy.
After about, oh, 15 minutes of this “balls sporting” routine, I was sweating like crazy. I collapsed on the grass, completely out of breath. Turns out, I’m even more out of shape than I thought.
I decided that maybe “balls sporting” was a bit too ambitious for day one. I dragged myself back inside and grabbed a bottle of water. Maybe tomorrow I’ll just… walk. Slowly.
My biggest win of the day will definatly be when I take a hot bath, use epsom salt, and go to bed early.
