In my previous post I confessed that the winter months followed by Clays bicep surgery resulted in becoming…well, couch potatoes. Given enough time, one begins to physically resemble one as well. This is not at all how you want to find yourself during summer when living in a lake front community.
This concept really hit home the day Clay said “Hey, you’re going to need a bathing suit, wanna go shopping?” Nope. “Have you gone mad? There’s no way in h*ll I’m putting on a bathing suit!”, I nearly spat. Cocking his brow, he challenges, “May I ask, how you intend to go swimming and boating?” Sensing that he thinks he’s won, I doubled down….”In sweatpants and a hoodie, thank you!” We both died laughing!
Once we composed ourselves, we realized things had gotten pretty ugly around here and if we wanted to enjoy lake life, we were going to have to do something about it. We decided our first step was to visit the local YMCA. Before joining, they give you a punch card with 6 free visits so you can see if you’d really use the membership. Sounds reasonable except it actually worked in reverse.
With the free trial, we couldn’t wait to get up early and head to the Y for some exercise! We were gung-ho…until we signed up. Funny how motivation dies the moment you commit. It’s like buying home gym equipment. There’s a reason you can buy “workout” equipment at any garage sale anywhere. (It’s a fabulous place to toss your clothes but a clothes hanger is cheaper.)
It took suffering through a holiday weekend on the lake to kick our butts back into gear. While speedwalking the upper floor track, we spied a lively game being played below and decided to investigate. The game is called Pickleball.
What is Pickleball?
Pickleball is a paddle sport that is a combination of tennis, badminton, and ping-pong using a paddle and plastic whiffle ball with holes. It is a game that players of all ages can play. Rules for pickleball are simple, making it a great introductory sport. It can also be quite the challenging, fast-paced, and competitive.
Surveying the competitors, we noted that Clay, at 51, was the youngest with myself running a hard second. A fast inventory of ” the blue hairs” revealed most wore glasses, several back braces, a few knee braces, 1 cane and a player with 1 arm. We glanced at each other with a nod…we got this!
Later, with flushed face, sweat soaked, hair plastered to my neck and face…waved goodbye to spry geriatrics who were barely out of breath after kicking our butts for 2 1/2 hours. We drug ourselves to the truck on legs of jello, went home and promptly fell on our faces for a nap! Over the next few weeks, we discovered we’ve become gluttons for this punishment and show up every time the doors open. We’re not yet wafer thin, we’re still sweated out and exhausted after each session but our game has improved, enjoy the activity and have made great friends of our blue haired tormentors. 😊