Okay. I and others have been too long-winded recently on this journal, so I am going to try to keep this concise. Beth-Annie wrote last week about her and Josh's interest in keeping healthy, eating better, exercising, not spending all day watching Big Brother on a 15-inch monitor1, etceteras. So from that, I have started looking at gyms and health clubs and racket clubs and things such as that to join in the northwestern Henrico corridor, and I have come to two conclusions: (a) they are all very very expensive and if I won't spend $40 on 200 channels of cable why should I spend it on a gym that I will probably only use twice during the three-year contract they convince me to sign, and (b) I don't really want a health club, per se, now that I've spent three long days thinking about it.
No. What I want to do is join a badminton club.
I'm serious. I was awfully good at badminton when I played it in gym in eleventh grade; my female partner (some girl I barely knew) and I were terrors on the court, beating coed duos, beating all-male duos, beating Mr. Mendenhall (my favorite gym teacher ever by ten miles; may he rest in peace). It was fun, and I had a qualified talent; in general, I am (or was; it's been so long) good at sports that involve much diving on the floor2.
So while envelopes were printing here at work, and my computer could do little more than surf the Internet (and then slowly), I took a looksee and checked if Richmond had a badminton club. No ducks. However, my area does have three of the next best thing: Indoor volleyball clubs. This is perfect: It's relatively cheap (Ashland's seems to be $25 for two months of volleyballing), volleyball is relatively low-impact (which is what I like about disc golf, in part), and c'mon, if I go to the Ashland one, how many great volleyball players can there be in a town not much bigger than Iowa Falls? I like this. Hmm.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
