Finally we are allowed to write about whatever we want! Who knew it would be so hard to choose a subject?

Well, I’m taking the easy way out. I’m going to tell you what I did last Sunday instead of finishing last week’s blog. I’m going to tell you a magic secret, how to get great abs by only working out once a week. Sounds much better than that the TV-shop crap, doesn’t it?

How to get good abs by playing tennis

What had I gotten myself into? An old friend of mine had tricked me into playing tennis. I knew that he had been hanging a lot at tennis matches during his time in Australia (maybe played too) and I hadn’t played for around eight years. It was cold to, and rainy, not a good day for working out even though we were going to do it indoors. Anyway, when we were around thirteen we played a lot together, we had a clay court in the neighbourhood were we grew up. We were great players! But I hadn’t played since then, and as it would turn out, neither had he.

Some minutes late he showed up in his “new” car which smelled more tobacco than a newly lit cigarette. According to him it was worse when he bought it, hard to believe if you ask me. He picked me up and we set off for the tennis court, maybe I could blame my presumably bad playing by breathing in years of old smoke?

We grabbed four balls each and went onto the court. I threw one ball into to the air, stretched my arm backwards and hit it hard. What the fu..., it hit the net! I remembered that serving was kind of tricky; getting the ball over the net would be enough for me. I took one more ball from my pocket and hit it… into the net. One more ball was taken from my pocket and one more ball was now by the net on my side. Laughter and the word looser were heard from the other side of the court. I let the last ball stay in my pocket and let him run the show.

He tried a serve. I got a bit scared as the ball flew past me close to my head and hit the wall behind me without touching the ground. After he had hit two more balls in the net and one more onto the neighbouring court (past a safety net) he was out of tennis balls. I laughed myself to death when he spoke words not appropriate to write here. We now had a total of six balls in the net, one a mile away and one left in my pocket. Could I possible save our honour and get the last ball over the net? As you probably have guessed, I could not. The guys who had the court the hour before us and had watched us during our first eight balls left with great laughter. Well, I thought that maybe without the pressure from an audience, our playing could get better. Sadly, it could not and to summarize it, we sucked!

But the most important thing, we had a great time. It was a long time since I laughed that much or as my friend put it, “This has got to be the best abdominal workout in my entire life, my laughingmuscles are hurting”. That sums it up pretty well; we laughed more than we actually played. As the hour of court time ran out, some of our technique had returned. He could serve and I could hit a backhand, at least, sometimes we could.

So to everyone out there who wants to get their abdominal muscles in shape for beach 2007, rent a court and play some tennis. But remember this; tennis balls shot by inexperienced players can cause personal and material damage. We would therefore want to say thanks to; the wire frame that protects the lamps and the reinforced glass protecting the wall clock and exit signs. We also want to thank all people for not buying coffee during our court time. The cafeteria on the second floor behind my back was not a safe place to be, and buying coffee this day could have resulted in spilled coffee as well as bruises.