Boy, do I have some Tales to Tell...
Friday, August 29, 2003
 
So, the drama with the crashed computer continues. The good news is that the new computer shipped this morning and should be installed by next weekend. All this thanks to a good friend of ours, Carmen, who is willing to help us set it all up. Yes, yes, I know: I am very hardware illiterate. Anyway, that's not why you read this blog.

I spent all day last Tuesday at the U.S. Open Tennis Tournament. I had a blast and I vow to do it again next year but two days instead of just one. Thanks to my friend Amy for making it tons of fun running around from court to court, cheering on the underdog. Can I just say one thing??? Some of the male tennis players have the most amazing legs and butts. If you ever get to watch Fabrice Santoro play, you must. The sight of him in short shorts alone is worth the price of admission.

Spending a day watching these athletes play tennis has made me do two things: play more tennis to improve my game AND work out harder at the gym to improve my fitness. It truly is an inspiration to watch athletes live. Of course, one can gain inspiration from watching them on TV but the fact that you are not looking at the athletes perform through an "entertainment box" really brings home the fact that these people push their bodies to limits that are just incredible. And, that's only what I saw happening on court! I am sure the amount of work performed before even hitting the court to play a match is 10 times more grueling than what is displayed in front of the paying public.

If you ever need inspiration or motivation to get yourself in the best shape possible, try attending some type of athletic event where you can see bodies performing sporting movements that sometimes defy logic and common sense. It really does inspire. Later.
 
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