I realize that PB can stand for a numerous amount of things, such as peanut butter, per barrel, lead, and pottery barn, but in this blog it could only mean pickle ball. I love all raquet sports, and pickle ball is no exception. Only it's a paddle and not a raquet. Same with ping-pong. Which I'm taking a class in next quarter. Anyway, I played pickle ball for the first time in like three years and it was amazing. I forgot how much I loved it. You know when like...you haven't done something in a couple years, maybe three, and you forget how amazing it is...? That's how it was with pickle ball, and I dominated my two tall friends, and this other guy I met who was really good. Except he actually ended up winning, but it was an awesome match and I think it was 14-12 in the end.
After a solid hour and a half of reliving my underclassmen P.E. days of high school, I decided that I still needed to work off the chicken cordon bleu I had for dinner last night. And the two tacos. And the wrap from lunch. So I parted with my friends and headed upstairs to do my new favorite thing at the rec center - virtual biking. It's this clever system where people from all over the place can create an account with a phone number for a user name. Then every time you go work out, you just sign in on this little TV screen and select one of over 30 courses, ranging from beginner to advanced cycling. It gives you the map of the course, so you'll know when the elevation is increasing and such. You can also set a speed for a pacer cyclist, and if you've done the course before your 'ghost' will bike the course again with you.
Basically it's a great work out, and my ear buds don't pull out of my ears like they do when I'm on the treadmill. Also I don't play air drum or air guitar or air bass as much as I do on the treadmill, which I was recently informed that it's quite noticeable.
After pushing and sitting up multiple times and dumb belling a little bit, I bought a delicious mango smoothie. Now for a dinner that I'll get to work off tomorrow!
Ramblin' Man out.
She told you about the air drums? hahahahaha
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