I'm not exactly "active" anymore. About the only sport I ever got into was wrestling; never officially, or in school, or anything like that. I'm not as big into pro wrestling these days, though I'm glad that The Undertaker holds the World Heavyweight Championship in WWE, and I was saddened when Ric Flair lost his last match at WrestleMania. ...When 'Taker retires though, I plan to officially stop watching... 'Cause, ya know, it's often been referred to as a "male soap opera," which is pretty much the current state of it.
Yeah, uhh... Used to practice some "pro" wrestling moves on my teddy bear... Don't do it anymore, though. And, the extent of any "martial arts" I've ever done has been limited to imitation; Street Fighter (which is a video game franchise, for crying out loud; heck, my avatar is an edited pic of Gouki/Akuma, since I'm still occasionally big into SF!), and that TV show, Human Weapon. That's it. Yeah, a joke. I used to walk from time to time, but haven't had to much, since I started drinking filtered water when I first get up. I've lost over twenty pounds in like, a month and a half, and haven't bothered to go to my grandma's house to weigh myself for like, another month and a half! (Pretty good, considering that, for 5'10", I WAS 292 pounds; now, at last weigh-in, it was 277, I think... Even so, that was like, a month and a half ago, something like that...)
EDIT: Yeah, there's a reason why I don't play sports: I don't have the best balance in the world, probably because I was born a week shy of three months early, and have a slightly under-developed ear. (Right one.) Uhh, yeah, needless to say, the first 56 days of my life were... Hell... No wonder I'm so sensitive to pain...
Anyway, the reason is, I usually end up getting hurt. Pretty bad, but nothing TOO bad. As in, fractured bones. Only two, though. The first time, it was some kind of tag game, up at Vacation Bible School, at a church I used to go to: the grass was wet, and this girl was too fast for me. I missed, and had my right foot planted on the ground. Guess what? My whole body tumbled down-right, and guess where my foot stayed? Planted. So, what happens? POP! ...That was some major pain I went through... The other time was a joke... The whole wrestling thing... I used to release aggression by "wrestling" my backpack... Hah, what a joke. I went for a Hogan Leg Drop on these concrete steps; (perfectly done; well, too perfectly...) I put my left hand out to keep from falling to my back, but, instead of putting it palm-down, I put it BACKHAND down - POP! That was a double fracture... So, yeah, I don't bother anymore... Walking suffices for me - back and forth between my computers, ha ha!
