Earl gave me tennis lessons for Christmas, but I couldn’t start them until I finished the swimming lessons I’d already signed up for. Yes, I’m a lesson junkie. That said, I had my first tennis lesson in years today.
I came ill-equipped. Didn’t have the correct shoes or the cutesy tennis skirt. Not even a racquet. But my instructor, Debbie, seemed nonplussed. She loaned me a racquet and started pitching tennis balls in my direction. I hit more than I missed.
I took tennis lessons years ago. At first I found them tedious, since I wasn’t particularly coordinated back then. But my husband of the time, Jack, and I began playing weekly with another beginner couple. And we found that, as the weeks passed, we became more proficient. Consequently, we enjoyed the sport more.
Over the years those lessons turned into ancient history, as both my tennis partner and I moved on to other things. Including other mates. I only thought of taking lessons again because Earl claims to have been involved in the sport for a long time before we knew each other. I thought it could be some physical activity we’d do together. So he gave me the lessons with the understanding that if I liked them, we would possibly explore tennis together.
After the first session, I’d say there is potential. I seem to be more coordinated now than I was back then, even though I’m considerably older. But I’ve been working out for the past four years trying to improve my stamina, my balance, my coordination – all those things older people begin to lose. And I’m motivated by the possibility of a decent partner. Or at least one who won’t move on to “other things.”
So we’ll see where Tennis 101 leads.
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