Tennis

One of my goals this year was to get back on the tennis court. It's not like it's a chore, I love the game, but for whatever reason, I haven't found something that works for me since we've been in Washington. And there's always that nursing baby. I got a taste of league play in college and it was interesting...right Erin? Lots of has-beens taking things way to serious! But it was fun, and a little competition is good.

Well, the year is winding down so I figured now or never. I worked with the kids all summer, and now Sela and Nina are taking lessons and I think they're getting hooked (which was the plan). But it's October, and I haven't done anything tennis related for myself, other than serve one bucket of balls last week. So on Saturday after watching Sela's lesson, I just went in and signed up for a clinic on Tuesday nights. The only description on the paperwork was "advanced." And if I'm not advanced by now then something's seriously wrong.

Well I showed up tonight not expecting much of a workout...even wore my running shoes because I was in too much of a hurry to find my tennis shoes. I walked over to the court and started to wonder if I had the wrong night. Which happens more than I'd like to admit lately. Anyway, it turns out the class is me and three middle aged men. Now, I'm a base-liner and a singles player. And my guess is most of these guys play doubles and like to serve and volley. So it was like playing against my Dad. We even did a slice drill. I don't usually slice my backhand so that was interesting to say the least. I was rusty but it was very fun and a great workout. We ran a lot doing drills. The guys were very nice and funny and welcoming. We all won our fair share of points. I wanted to win more, of course! But it will come. I wish I had someone to just hit with a couple of times so I could find my rhythm again. But this is a start and I thoroughly enjoyed it! (And I did ace the coach once...hee hee)