Nobody is debating my sportsmanship or nominating me for MVP, but the NBA Finals inspired my husband and I to hit the basketball court this past weekend. My hands haven't touched a basketball in years, so I was expecting the afternoon to be a hilarious mess. Instead, I discovered a fun new workout that I can't wait to repeat after my soreness subsides.
To see how I spent part of a Saturday, read more.
We arrived at the court with the intention of staying for 30 minutes, and an hour passed before we realized how much time had gone by. My husband and I took turns shooting and rebounding, and every five or 10 minutes, I would let him shoot alone while I resurrected one of my not-so-favorite exercises— killers, aka suicides. I'd sprint the length of the court, back and forth, touching all the lines, until I was nearly out of breath and then go back to shooting around. I like to think of it as a unique interval workout, which caused me to leave the court flush-faced and sweaty.
Two days after our basketball outing, my arms (forearms through shoulders) were sore from shooting the ball, and my abs were so sore from sprinting that I could feel them when I sneezed. I had a blast with my husband and was able to sneak in a pretty killer workout; next time I'll wear my heart rate monitor to measure exactly how hard I'm working. Who else out there likes to shoot hoops?