4-09-17 Tennis.
If the saying, "Plans were meant to be broken" ever became popular, I'd be the poster boy for it. Especially these past couple weeks. I have a plan, but other things come up suddenly and I'm forced to adapt. Don't get me wrong, I am not upset or anything, but there was a time when I would have been. But that time is in the past. Now, I just roll with the winds of change. Today, I was planning to do MAX OUT STRENGTH, but the weather was so nice, well, not that nice, but at least it wasn't raining like cats and dogs. So my wife suggested we play tennis. So I jumped at the chance. We made a reservation and went to play tennis.
Our reservation was at 6 pm so as we started to play, visibility was getting lower. We tried to turn on the lights, but for some reason, they didn't turn on. So, I took a nice little jog to the park office and asked them to take care of it. It was a nice jog from and to the tennis courts, probably a short kilometer. Finally, the lights came on and we were able to continue playing with the ability to see the ball. My wife has made a lot of improvements and really developed her strokes. She is still not ready to return stronger shots, but she is getting her own power under control. Her accuracy is also getting better. At this point, I am still feeding her the ball and she is making me run. So I give her the ball and she tries to hit winners on me. I hit approach shots right to her and she tries to pass me, or make me volley. We both had a good time. Because of the problem with the lights, we were able to play a little longer than our reservation. We were lucky because no one was after us so we could stay a bit longer.
I was intending to at least to MAX 30 Pulse and then stretch when I got home, but again, those plans were busted by a daughter wanting to play with her daddy. How could I refuse? I ended up not having time to do anything else. So today, it was just tennis.
In the end, I burned a good 761kcals. Not as intense as MAX 30, but definitely more fun.
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