One night a week I participate in a Mens tennis cardio-clinic. Let me explain.
I pay a tennis pro to stand in one spot and hit balls to myself and several other pasty white guys for an hour and a half. Note – My instructor is a bit of a sadist. She doesn’t just hit balls to us on the baseline and let us hit them back at our leisure.
She has (seemingly) hundreds of diabilical drills that both expose the many shortcoming of my tennis skills and highlight the fact that I am woefully out of shape. Out of shape at lest as it comes to these dang cardio drills. I can run (ok, jog) a couple of miles on the treadmill 2 to 3 times a weak and not really get out of breath. But this tennis workout is apparently a different type of exercise and it is whoopin my butt.
Add this to my list of goals I guess…
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