It’s been a busy week. I went to NY City last Wednesday (the 6th) to pick up my son from the end of his junior college year. I thought I could take it easy when we arrived home. However within five minutes of returning from my seven-hour round trip and unloading the car, I was “invited” to play Frisbee. Turns out my son wants to try out for the NYU Ultimate Frisbee team next fall and needs to practice. It was too good a chance to bond with my boy, so I re-learned how to throw and catch. I still have some bruises almost a week later.

After an hour of running after the spinning disc—no leaps, jumps and falls—I gave up and admitted I was tired. I had really been pushing hard and hoping he would want to stop first. In fact he played for another hour with his friend who happened to drop by shortly after I called it quits.

The next morning I was playing tennis doubles for 90 minutes, then an hour plus of practicing my spin serve with one person. My tennis game is really improving. Yet I am impressed that players who are not as good as I am overall are very comfortable correcting my game. And you know what—they often make good points, even if I think that I should be the one giving advice.

Then I fit in an hour of squash practice—mostly return of backhand serve. I would hit to the left wall from the center of the “T” and smash it…if I could even connect with the ball. Funny—but not terribly frustrating—to continually miss when the ball hits the wall high and deep. My eye-hand coordination doesn’t seem to work very well in that position, even after countless attempts. But I believe it will come together. Eventually. It better!

I was working hard at squash, because tomorrow I will go back to Trinity College and play with—the #2 player on the team and #4 in the country. Gustav is back from a tournament in Sweden, where he was born, and was one of four players representing his homeland. He had invited me to play before he graduates at the end of the week. It is an exciting opportunity, in spite of the outcome, which we all know: decimation and friendly defeat.

At least I am conditioning myself.

Friday I went to Virginia for my younger (he is almost 53) brother’s second wedding. Glad to be part of the celebration—casual, on a beach, she in a bikini and he in just board shorts. He lost 13 pounds for the occasion, and some of his stomach muscles are now visible. His biceps have bulged out, and his Pilate instructor/studio owner wife loves those biceps.

He again said I need to eat more protein and avoid the carbs—quite the opposite of other advice about how I need more carbs. What do you think is the best direction? When I look up some pages on the internet, one I just read says that I should eat three cups of mashed potatoes after a workout—I’d be too stuffed to walk.

The only exercise I did for three days was a 1 ½ mile run on the beach—some of it walking—and another hour of frisbee in the wind. I had lots of fun, and now I am behind on my gym visit goal of twice a week.

Home at 9 pm, and up this morning around 4 am (on just five hours sleep) to use my archery skills on wild turkeys. Found the flock—about 20 of them—and the constant gobbling. But I was never close enough to take a shot. For five hours I snuck around quietly, crawled to stay low and hiked up and down hills. I must have burned lots of calories. The temperature started at 38 degrees before dawn, and I was sweating and taking off layers long before it rose into the low 50s when I came home. So my legs are stronger from the effort, my upper body had the job of carrying the bow and a back pack. But I now gather that all I am doing is using up some protein for energy. Hunting may make me feel fitter, but I do not see that it will help me build my abs. What do you think?