Skipped the morning run because I was planning to play hoops at lunch. I suppose it's a cross-training workout, but really I just felt like playing ball and didn't want to be worn out. I got in about 40 minutes of stop-and-go running with my heart rate up, so it's worth blogging. The highlight (depending on how you look at it) was this: A guy named Marvin Williams is from my town. He plays in the NBA for the Atlanta Hawks, and apparently has nothing better to do in July than come home and play pick-up basketball. On one play a guy on my team drove baseline, pulling the guy guarding me and Marvin to double. I cut through the key and he passed to me, but me, not thinking about how quick a 6-9 NBA power forward and move four feet, tried to go to the rim. Marvin didn't think so. So I got swatted by an NBA player, my new claim to infamy. With that, back to running.
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