Jessica Moe

So, as I told you before we got a Wii.  It’s one of those strange twists in our lives that we really didn’t see coming–just knowing that it was a video game was enough for us and we ignorantly swore it off and all of the Wii-related madness sort of passed us by….until we were presented with the opportunity to get one for basically free (long story)….and I thought–WHY NOT!? Everyone seems to love it.

Well, from the moment we powered on the plug-n-play device, we were hooked.  Honestly. 

I don’t know if you remember that commercial where the man and woman are racing home and trying to beat each other to the shower, but that’s kind of how it is for us with this silly system.  The first thing we do when he gets home is power it up for a round (or six) of various sporting events–then, before we go to bed usually another round (or three). 

Well, even though we are having a great time, I get a little aggrieved at the fact that he is sooo much better at EVERYTHING than me. So, yesterday, I spent about 4 hours in the Wii “training” program.  Now, let me be quite clear here.  There are two ways to play the Wii.  You can either stand still and move the Wiimote around or YOU can move around as if you are actually playing the sport and then move the Wiimote accordingly.  I was doing the latter and BOY was I working up a sweat OH MY GOSH!    

 Of course, when Issa got home, he mopped the floor with me *yet again*. 

So, then the morning came. I woke up in one of those strange twisty positions with an arm underneath myself, curled into the fetal position and when I tried to move the pain was terrible. I was so stiff and so sore I didn’t know how I was going to get out of bed.  Please don’t laugh.  I’m not THAT out of shape but YOU try playing upwards of four hours–it is unforgiving.  

So, today I played it cool today and didn’t touch the Wii (although it has occured to me that perhaps I could use a bit more activity if the Wii has me laid out)….and when Issa got home, we played a round of golf after dinner and then I watched Issa work up a sweat hitting home runs and knocking baseballs out of the park.  About an hour and a half or two hours later, he took a break for SYTYCD and then (exhausted) he decided that he should play just once more before bed.  Now, I see that this could be a dangerous habit–but who am I to discourage physical activity? (not that he needs encouraging, the marathon runner!)

Anyways, closing the windows to turn on the AC really pushed me over the edge in terms of “sore muscle exertion” so I suggested that Issa try boxing by himself since that is the one game that we have yet to play (despite the recent acquisition of a 2nd nunchuck, as we have yet to open it for fear of the brutal packaging and a lack of pacakge opening device).   Well, that was an hour and 15 minutes ago…and he is still going at it.  At first he was regailing me with the novelty of his ability to recreate Rocky-like gestures….Now he is just bitter and angry about the woman who knocked him out.  He’s played an extra several rounds just so he could find her again and kick her butt, but it looks like the butt kicking is going the other way (she just won’t STAY down!).

Oh good. He won.

Now he has accepted a round with a man that looks like Kim Jong Il.  Will it never end? I feel as though I should remind him that it is only a game…but he doesn’t seem to be in a state where he would be receptive to that.  I am fairly convinced that he thinks there is an actual fight going on in our living room.  God bless him.

Alright.  Well. It seems that it is winding down so off I go into the night.  Until tomorrow.