Tennis

The realization has set upon me recently that I'm not as fit as I used to be. Now everyone goes through this at least once in their lives, usually in their 20s when they start working and thus exercising less (fitness instructors and athletes aside). Some people shrug it off and keep on piling on the fat, some people make an attempt at rediscovering fitness only to be sucked back in the comfortably numb cycle of eating and crash dieting, and some people are actually able to keep at it sustainably for some reason and eventually climb their way back to health.

Now for myself, that reason would be that I simply cannot stand being unable to function well. I can't stand not being able to run, not being able to kick a ball, I can't stand getting tired right away. Oh, also:

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So with that in mind as I was working in Perk Avenue this afternoon, I decided to get off my ass and start with dispelling the decrepitude. I gave Benj my trusty exercise partner a call, and 3 hours later I feel that familiar endorphin rush, that warm fuzzy feeling of vigor that I've missed, all thanks to Tennis, a dear old friend with whom I've recently started a fling.

Yes, a fling. I've had a thing with her before and in time, I shall return to my true love who is Football. For now, however, Tennis oh Tennis you rule my thoughts.