Tonight my husband made up a random game of throwing a little plastic ball at the ceiling fan. If you hit the middle- 3 points, the metal part- 2 points, the fan blades- 1 point. He was pretty good. I was pretty content to nod and smile and keep looking at recipes online. But noooo a game isn't fun by yourself right?? Yeah. It was a painful reminder of why I love NOT going to gym anymore because I am an adult. I seriously lack eye-hand coordination. Probably doesn't help that my Hubby was burying his head in his hands, laughing in disbelief, and I was cracking up at just how truly unathletic I am! I do like tennis. I think I am a little successful because of the larger surface area..baseball on the other hand- whew- not pretty, people.
Why I am telling this? No idea just popped into my head.
I realize though in part- if I was bothered enough by this I would stay up late throwing the dumb ball at the fan or go to the batting cages but truly I realize in most sports I just don't care enough. I care about health and fitness but I just lack athletic competitiveness (is that a word??). I really would just rather read a book or take a walk then get all crazy competitive. Just who I am a I guess.