The other night after a hearty workout of watching my SF Giants on TV I was just exhausted. It was quite a workout and my cardio goals had been achieved – I still had a cardio.
It was getting late as I crawled up the stairs and stumbled into bed. I flipped on the TV and, still feeling the Muse of Sports calling my name, I did my digital exercises and tuned the tube to ESPN.
I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.
My timing was off by just a nanosecond or I would have been able to catch the broadcast of a major Pickle Ball tournament.
Pickle Ball = Tennis for the Pacemaker Set.
One of the regulars every morning at St. Arbucks is into Pickle Ball. He is 80 years old and a National Champion. I kid you not.