I lead a relatively sedentary life-style.
I sit at school for 5 hours a day, then go to work where I sit behind a desk, then when I get home I dabble on my computer. All of those activities involve nothing more than wrist movement and sitting down.
Today, however, I broke out of my out-of-shape shell and played a couple games of tennis today. I had a riot.
My story begins at Alan J.’s house. We went there for a wonderful lunch of enchiladas [thank you Mrs. Jensen]. Afterwards, Alan and Juddson proposed that we go play a game of tennis. I was sort of tired so I didn’t really want to go play, but they insisted I go. I said that I wouldn’t be able to play because I was in jeans, a sweater, and house shoes, but Alan was kind enough to loan me a great tennis outfit. It was track shorts and some sweats. But playing tennis got me working up a sweat and so I shed the sweats.
We played for like an hour and a half.
Andrew Nemeth
dang boy!
you’re fine!
nameless.
9:03 pm - 05/04/2008
What a chest!
London Smith
9:12 pm - 05/04/2008