The Ping Pong Game

The New Year is now no longer new. I'm working hard to keep my resolutions: write more, be kinder and more patient, have new experiences, and lose ten pounds (blah blah blah). I also wanted to try to keep overindulging down in the food and drink area. If something is delicious I can't just seem to have a little. 

Case in point, we went to visit some friends for homemade guacamole, margaritas and Texas chili.  All were strong in spice and alcohol. All were extraordinarily delicious. Despite my pact with myself to keep control, and despite an historically sensitive stomach, I ate. And drank. And ate some more. And drank some more. It would have been impolite to do otherwise. At least, that's what I will keep saying to justify my consumption.

"Let's play Round Robin," said our host, or maybe me. At that point, anyone could have said it. Great idea!

Stuffed full, we proceeded to play a rapid game of ping pong in such a way as to require multiple people, where you hit the ball, then run around the table to the other side, hopefully in time to be able to hit the ball again when someone else hits it to you. How smart is that to eat and drink a whole bunch, then run rapidly in a tight circle for 20 minutes? (Hint: not smart)

I now have a large 4-inch bruise on the front of my thigh, where I caught the corner of the ping pong table repeatedly. I had to take a high octane antacid. It was totally fun and I would do it all over again. I'm 39, but it felt like I was in college again. I encourage you to try it sometime.