In one of those crazy life moments when a thought suddenly coalesces into reality, I’m taking tennis lessons.
The last time I held a tennis racquet I was 8 and in Berwick Academy Sports Camp. For those who know me from way back, the idea that I ever went to a sports camp is so totally laughable it’s hard to believe.
A former roommate was a tennis player and we always meant to play together but never got around to it. Then my Mom started talking about playing tennis after discovering a talent for badminton, which she discovered since working as a part-time phys ed teacher. The final piece (really two pieces) fell into place when I met a serious tennis player and also happened to check out the lessons at the campus gym.
I had my first lesson two weeks ago (wicked fun, though SO sore afterwards), hit some balls around this past few weekends (awesome!), and last Wednesday, bought my very first adult tennis racquet.
Using a coupon from my Saluting the Spirit goodie bag for City Sports, I was first looking at this KILLER pink and purple sparkly racquet. The sales associate who walked over to ask if I needed help gave me a weird look and the conversation went something like this:
Sales Lady: “Are you thinking of buying that for your daughter?”
Me: “What? No! I don’t have kids.”
Sales Lady: “Well, that’s a child’s racquet…”
Me: “Oh” [sadly places pretty pink racquet back on the hook]
Next up: work on the backhand and create a yoga flow for self-care post lessons! And get one of those CUTE white tennis skirts. 🙂