So I have this old SanDisk 512 Meg MP3 player, which also plays WMA files too.
This is great for me since early in my music ripping excitement days, I ripped my files to WMA format - I do MP3 now that I know better.
It also has a built in radio, which I didn’t realize until about a year ago . . . I’ve had it for about five.
Yeah, a bit slow on the technology uptake . . . but hey, we can’t all be boy geniuses.
It seems the weather is going to prohibit me from taking my long walks soon - yeah, I’m wimpy too . . . it’s just that my cane slips on the ice too much . . .
So, to combat the imminent winter flab I’m now the proud owner of a reciprocal trainer . . . or the rack, as I like to call it.
And, the cool thing? - you can plug an MP3 player directly into the self-torture device. It has a set of speakers so you can listen to what you want as you abuse yourself.
Kinda . . . well, the music part anyhow.
I’m thinking that once my muscles get used to the strain of these workouts on the rack things will get a bit easier . . . why do I not believe myself? . . . maybe I lack credibility?
Anyhow, with regards to tennis . . . you know, that sport I like to play . . . well, I’m down to once a week, sometimes twice.
I’ve recently, just last week, changed the strings I’m using - and I’m sucking heavily at the moment because of it.
The new strings, Head’s Rip Control, have incredible grip on the ball, which I love. The not love part is when I spray balls around because the strings also have way more trampoline effect to them than the old Wilson Stamina strings I switched from.
Still, my backhand on Friday was downright scary. I nailed a half dozen or more rippers around 100 mph ala Federer . . . well, okay maybe 80 mph ala oldish guy. Anyway, for me it was awesome and in part due to the new strings.
However, my forehand sailed long 2 out of 3 times, my drop shots were like short lobs and my serve sucked pretty badly. In time, like a couple months, I’ll figure the stings out and then . . .
. . . I will suck less!
Well, I can see time slipping away this morning, so I’m heading out for my long walk while I sitll can before the snows fly . . .
Until next Sunday . . .