Oh were to begin. The shame of it all really. I finally broke down and got a wii for the kids (lie, all about me). I've heard all the great hoopla and balderdash, about the great wii. The excitement, the fitness craze, the ability to get car sick in your own living room. So far. All true.
As per fitness, I don't know if these thing is good exercize, or an indicator of just how out of shape I am. I'm most certain the latter. After using solid fundamentals and dismantling my first four opponents (computer replicated) with apparent ascention in difficulty, I barely had time to be impressed with myself as I watched my three year old drop a 3rd round decision to my would be fifth opponent. It was about six minutes of "yeah daddy" arm flailing and button pushing. It was like watching hobbits re-enact a baseball fight.
Even as I type this my arms are sore. Sore from the boxing? Maybe. Perhaps the grueling 1 game tennis sets, or the three innings of bobble-head baseball. To whit, I threw more junk than Phil Niekro at the Seniors All-star Game.
Still, I am excited. Motivated, challenged. I will continue my quest to be or to wii the best boxer I can be. Tomorrow. Bowling.
Good times I tell ya. Good times. If this isn't old, got help me when I become it.
Friday, January 16, 2009
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