I played for three periods, then had to quit, because having your mother quit halfway through a bonding experience HAS to be less traumatic than watching your mother drop dead of a coronary in the middle of a gymnasium. I also developed one hell of a cramp in my right leg, as my calf decided it was going on strike for the rest of the day.
But overall it was a fun experience and I learned a few things:
- I am not as bad at basketball as I imagined myself to be. Oh, I'm not even close to being good, but I did manage one basket (was I stoked? Mister, you better believe I was STOKED) and not once did I find myself curled up in the fetal position or running with my arms covering my head.
I used to have what is referred to elementary school phys. Ed. circles as an intense "FEAR OF THE BALL". I credit three years of kick-boxing for helping me get over that. Once you've taken a round-house kick to the face, a mere basketball is a nuzzle from a kitten.
- my kid is fast. Like, I knew theoretically that she was fast, but after being tasked with actually having to keep up with her, she is FAST. Holy crap.
- I am old, fat and out of shape. The old part, I am totally cool with. The fat part, well, I'm still unlearning a lot of toxic shit, but am gradually becoming at peace with my shape and size. The out of shape part is not effing cool. Not cool at all.
So I'm going to get on a new workout plan. I've been swimming lanes three times a week, but I think I'm going to hit some Boxing Day sales and find myself an MP3 player and dedicate myself to walking again, as well as joining kickboxing again, once a week at first. Hopefully if my schedule can handle it I can move up to twice.
My goal is to get back to a similar fitness level as I was before the whole Cancer thing. Wish me luck.
In other news, the original title to this post was going to be "Michael Jordan, I ain't (Hal Jordan, maybe)" as I was thinking Hal Jordan played the old guy on Evening Shade, but turns out that's Hal Holbrook, I think, and Hal Jordan is the secret alias of the Green Lantern. So, I figured that comparing myself to a superhero rather than a professional athlete wasn't so much self-deprecating (which is what I was going for) as just kind of arrogant, and that I needed another option.
I considered changing it to Tracy Jordan, but worried that may have been appropriation, and in light of recent events, pretty fucking insensitive.
So I toddled off to the Goògle to search "Famous people with the last name Jordan" and you know what? There are way too many porn stars with that name, which is something I never needed or wanted to know, but now I do and you do too.