Okay, I'm bushed. We headed to "our clubhouse" today, and had a "workout" for about 2 hours. I put "our clubhouse" in quotes, because in fact it's not our clubhouse, but rather the club house that's part of my Mom's condo community. It's a two story affair with a party room on the top floor and a gym on the lower floor.
The gym has some weight machines, a couple of tread mills and some stationary bikes. More importantly though, it's got two racquetball courts. So today, we headed over to Mom's and visited with her for a half hour or 45 minutes. Then we headed over to the club house. I was on one of the bikes for 15 minutes or so. I vary between 10 or 15 minutes depending on how I'm feeling. I've been known to do 20 minutes too. But when a crew of us are there I tend to do shorter times on the stationary bike, because after the bike I do 10 or 15 minutes on the weight machines.
Then it's game time. After a quick break after some weight lifting, Ken (my older son) and I play a set of racquetball games. We'll either play a set of 5 games, or this old man is feeling his oats a 7 game set. Today I went up 2 game to zero and then my game fell apart. More accurately, age set in and I started missing easy shots more, and/or too tired to chase after nice shots by Ken. And he makes some really good ones. Unfortunately for me, he won three straight today to beat me 3 games to 2. He also leads the series 4 sets to 3.
Looking at the clock after the last game, the workout lasted 2 hours. I really enjoy the games, it's just a lot of fun. And to see Ken get better and better over time is also cool. Once I get in better shape, I'll whoop is ass.