"Nic managed to give herself a bloody nose with an over-zealous right hook tonight, thanks to losing her grip on the Wii-remote. She has now vowed to stick to knitting, where stabbing herself is the only real danger..."
I think I've be de-selected by nature. Clumsiness in conjunction with throwing one's fists around one's face is just asking for trouble when you're me. Yes, it can be said that this evolution thing could not have foreseen the advent of pretend physical activity; of hurling oneself around a non-existent gym punching imaginary bags, but this clumsy gene? Humanity should have been rid of that a long time ago, in my humble option.
I am heartily glad this game (My Fitness Coach Cardio Workout [updated link to Amazon]) gives you the option of either using two separate Wiimotes, or one single Wiimote connected to the Nunchuck, because if it was the latter only, I'm pretty sure I'd be wearing welts around my neck and arms. Not this season's look for your Fake Boxer Around Town, I'll be the first to admit. But then, neither are blood-encrusted breathing holes. For the unbloodied rest, though, it's an awfully fun way to spend some cardiac time and perhaps I might venture into the world of reviewing once I've stopped my life-force flowing from my nostrils!
I should consider asking Santa for some spatial awareness for Christmas. And a jumbo box of Kleenex. I've a funny feeling they'll both come in handy.
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