We be Wiiing.
Despite the ridiculous difficulty in obtaining a Wii in most of Canada (anywhere you look, they’re back-ordered or out-of-stock), we got one. Last weekend. It was a great weekend. I whooped Col. Mustard’s ass at everything, despite my being huge with baby.
I thought this weekend would be an easy victory. HA! Turns out the Col. has been practicing. A lot. Especially at tennis, which I have actually played in real life, while he has not. I don’t know how many best-of-fives we played last night, but they all ended after 3 matches, and never in my favour. He can hit those balls and make them go so fast, while mine just lob over the net with a nice pregnant arc.
The Col. decided to run on the elliptical after trouncing me at tennis, but I wanted to redeem myself at something, anything. So I decided to take up a new sport: bowling. Nice low impact, not really cardio, I thought it would be great. And it was. I am the MASTA of bowling. I played until I racked up my skill level to 784. Then I noticed that my butt really hurt. I was using muscles I didn’t know I had anymore, so I decided to call it a night.
My ass thought otherwise.
My ass and lower back ached so much that I couldn’t sleep for most of the night, on top of the regular night-time wakefulness a pregnant women suffers in her third trimester. Luckily for me, the Col. woke up with Sacha and took him to church while I tried to sleep in.
They just got back from church. Turns out there was a pancake buffet breakfast. I ate Cheerios at home. Serves my heathen-wiiing-ass right, I guess.
I welcome any tips on how to play Wii tennis and spike those balls so I can beat my husband, whose advantage seems to lie in the fact that he is so clearly accustomed to playing with his.