Tennis Anyone?

Zeke loves going to the Tennis Center. Poppy works there and it's not only a huge tennis center, but a fully loaded gym. So, Zeke gets to hang with Poppy, hit tennis balls around, and then, his very favorite, pump iron while inspecting his form in huge walls covered in mirrors. He's a gym rat at 3 years old. Now, I believe in exercising...in moderation. Too much of a stinky, sweaty meat-heady gym shrinks the brain and expands the biceps too darn much. It all needs to be kept in perspective. I'm afraid tho, that Zeke loves the clanging of the weights, the challenge of trying to lift his own body weight in iron, and the giggling masses that tend to gather when they see a little monkey like him huffing and puffing. Showboat. Today he got his wish when we made the trek to the Tennis Center and said hi to Poppy. He whacked the tennis balls (and threw the racket every time he missed...), checked out the equipment, and more importantly, his form in the massive mirrors. He loved it. It wasn't Great Adventure or Dorney Park or even a trip to the shore, but my oh my, to him, it was an iron Disney Land. I guess when I'm planning our next big adventure, I should keep the local Gold's in mind...