Mortified

I’m usually not very shy about posting embarrassing things to my journal. But I find myself particularly mortified by what I’m about to say.

Let me preface it by saying, while I am by no means “in shape”, I certainly don’t think of myself as a couch potato either. I’ve been doing an hour on the elliptical at the gym three or four days a week, for months now. I’m an avid hiker, do pretty physical massages and generally am a “hale and hearty” kind of fellow.

But this morning, I am all achy and sore. From… *gulp* … playing a goddamn video game.

The Kabaña where I stay on my work trips to the south bay has recently been outfitted with a Nintendo Wii. Last night, I started playing the tennis game on it. Here I am, swinging and flailing with the Wii remote in front of the television, trying to nail that cross-court backhand with enough top spin to tear the fuzz right off the virtual tennis ball. I’m playing both partners in a doubles match, playing really fast volleys at the net, trying to smash down those big fat lobs my opponent keeps lofting over the net.

Maybe I should start doing something at the gym that involves my upper body, you think? Or maybe I should buy a Wii. Or, more likely, both.