Pickleball
One of the delusions I had about my retired self is that suddenly I would want to exercise, like really crave it. This is similar to the delusion I had about suddenly having the burning desire to clean my house. Neither of these things has happened; shocking. Today I tried pickleball at the YMCA. I do attend Pilates classes there twice a week (if I wake up in time...), and my more motivated husband plays tennis three times a week. He's been retired much longer than I have, which explains the difference in our levels of motivation. Anyway, he encouraged me to give pickleball a shot at the 9:30 a.m. session. His tennis ends at 9, so he figured he and I could learn together. There are so many reasons why this was NOT a good idea. First, and honestly, most important, my husband takes medication for his heart. I really do worry about him doing too much. Second, the instructor told me after our session that...