Recovery

Vina did a bad, bad thing last night. She made *two* plates of our little banana dessert... and added extra Nutella too. This picture is so fitting... the glee on her face from the thought of sugar and her "Junk Food" t-shirt.

So anyways I woke up this morning with no agenda. Free day. I mean, seriously speaking I've had a ton of free days... since August 12 to be exact but this free day was different. I was finally going to treat it like a free day. No stressing over finding work. No stressing over errands to be ran. No stressing over cleaning Moley's pee spots. (Of course it helps that our housekeeper happens to be here cleaning) So what to do?



I've been meaning to take advantage of the tennis wall at the park across the street since I've moved in but never got the chance. The park is pretty empty from 11am - 1pm so it was the perfect time to go and try to hit balls. The last time I played tennis regularly was probably first year at UCLA... since then I picked up the racket maybe once or twice. Now I'm not really a serious tennis player.. I took lessons as a kid and in high school, was on the JV team at Whitney but as everyone knows, the JV Tennis team was basically girls that didn't want to take PE but didn't want to suffer in dance class with Mrs. Flowers.

So I never considered myself a tennis player but when I started to hit the ball against the wall, it's like a wave of familiarity came over me. The grip felt right. The familar *plock* of the tennis ball when it hits the sweet spot... the smooth feedback you get in your arm when you hit the ball right as it's at the top of its curve. I remembered back to when I used to practice against the wall at CPE. Even though practicing against the wall doesn't really help your game, it's a great workout and a good way to practice following through on your stroke, footwork and timing. I want to start playing again but I don't know ANYONE who plays tennis. :( I guess I'm going to have find myself some hot tennis trainer.. like Jonathan Rhys Meyers in Match Point. :D

Anyhoo, I brought the doggies. I had to tie them to the bench but they were so itching to chase the ball.



I was pretty proud of myself. I burned a LOT of calories today. Did the tennis thing, ran a little over 2 miles... but then Vina comes home and ruins it all again. I swear I'm getting fat all because of Vina. Two nights ago she came home with 2 bags full of snacks from Nijiya Market. There was the whole banana dessert issue. This morning she made me toast drenched in condensed milk. Today, she comes home with Chabuya's infamous Pork over Rice. Yummy.