Recently, a new neighbor, Amy, moved in across the street. As we were walking our kids home from the bus stop, she mentioned that she just started beginner tennis lessons and that she was really bad. I told her that I wished I could play tennis, but I would completely embarrass myself. She asked me to take lessons with her because she doesn't know anyone and assured me that everyone was a beginner. So I went with her today. I was just going to watch, but they told me to jump in. They were all very gracious and I ended up having a lot of fun. I thought it was just lessons, but at the end they said, "We'll see you all at the match on Tuesday. Don't forget, if your not a league member yet, to sign up for the USTA online so you can play at the match on Tuesday." Wait a minute, what??? I said, "I'm on a tennis team?" They all laughed. I said, "I just wanted to take lessons. I can't hit the ball and don't even know the rules of the game. I'm not ready for a match!" But they insisted that this is how you learn the game. So I guess I'm on a team now. There are about 12 people on the team and we rotate playing. They actually won 2 out of the 3 matches they played last week.
Outside we're all just ordinary jars of clay... but what if we took the time to look inside?
Thursday, September 19, 2013
So... I started tennis lessons today...
A few years ago, when my neighbor Kelly moved in next door, she started taking tennis lessons. I thought that sounded like fun if it were only one or two days a week with women my age. I considered taking lessons with her just to learn the basics, but chickened out at the last minute. I actually failed tennis in college. Now, Kelly is a great tennis player and loves it. I sort of regret not taking lessons with her when she was a newbie.
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