Ouch!

This summer I've made plans with Andrew to start playing tennis once a week to help get in shape as part of the weight loss. I grew up playing a lot of tennis and really enjoyed it. The past few years I've been too out of shape to play without risking heart attack or heat stroke but since I've lost a total of 40 pounds (as of today, booya!) I figured it was perfect time to pick up the sport I love so much.

I've been getting excited since March rolled around (despite the constant snowing, freaking country) and Saturday night I decided to stretch while waiting for Kim to get ready for bed.

Big mistake.

Apparently muscles not used in centuries don't like a sudden light stretch because Sunday I wasn't walking. In fact  I was more waddling as the muscles of my inner thighs communicated what they thought to me by being very sore and stiff. I suddenly felt very old and out of shape, and hence I returned with bravado:

"Well you know what thighs? Get used to it!"

Nothing like threatening body parts to get your week started.

Anyway, I was feeling very proactive on the exercise front with my 2 minute stretching routine before bed when Andrew lays this one on me: "I'm going to resume 1hr runs with the dog every evening once it thaws. I did that for a month in the fall[.]"

Damn him! He's planning to escalate the Get-Body-In-Shape-For-Tennis arms race! I must quickly make provisions to counter this threat because suddenly stretching doesn't seem like enough.

Its easy to see how things like this get out of control.