Why this Bear Cub Plays Tennis:
I LOVE SMACKING FUZZY THINGS AROUND
My tennis racquet is my sword. My opponent is the dragon I must skillfully slay. Smacking around a fuzzy ball using every muscle fiber in my body is the ultimate adrenaline rush. If I win, it is because I worked and trained harder than you. It means that I did not rest on a single point. I hauled ass within a split second necessary to return a blistering shot back at you.
IF I MUST DO CARDIO, GIVE ME POINTS
I have played tennis four out of the last five days. I am burning loads of calories. I feel strong and energized. All this play never feels like exhausting exercise. It feels like fun adrenaline-fueled excitement. To me, I am scoring points and trying to win a big game. But I am really shedding critical bear pudge right before Southern Decadence. A Win-Win!
CHALLENGES ARE GOOD FOR ME
When I am on the tennis court, I am challenged on every point. I have to be in good physical shape, have stamina, and be mentally tougher than my opponent. Winning a tennis match is as much about skill as it is mental fortitude. I love breaking down my opponent's game and creating a strategy to defeat him. If I am successful, I not only win the challenge... I win the game too.
Ahem... winning is especially sweet if your opponent is an Ex-Marine, who plays on an adult soccer club. This Heauxmeaux (Cajun for "homo") beat THAT guy 7-6 for the fourth time in a row this morning. I now have an 8-4 record against The Office Guy. :)