As some know, my daughter got me playing tennis with her early this summer. I'm so jazzed because now, for the first time, I can see her father's and my athletic ability in her. I was wondering where it was. He was a fantastic athlete when I met and married him, almost got a got at the pro's in baseball and was one of the most beautiful amateur tennis players I've yet to see. Well, she's a FINE tennis player ... very strong and steady, also a lot of perserverance and good concentration. She beats me almost straight games and sets (!!) Not much fun for her. In order to spice up her life :-) she signed us up as substitutes for the club's ladies doubles tournament which is starting soon. We work out with the group twice a week.
Much to my surprise, it's totally fun. This whole decade for me, between 50 and 60 has been full of surprises, new things in life, including that I started painting at 50. My daughter's a mild extrovert and I'm about halfway between ... she handled all of the social aspects, such as thinking of it in the first place, finding the club, joining, getting us signed up, into our first game, introduced all the way 'round, and so forth. Whew! That took a lot of work. That's why we love our extrovert friends.
Turns out I have one of the best serves in the club. It's got a lot of power. I bought a new Wilson Hyper Hammer for this whole project in June and I still don't have a reliable forehand (!) It's a fantastic racquet and so different I've had to reinvent my feel for placing shots.
I'll let you know if we actually get to play in the tournament. This is pretty wild stuff for an introvert. For years I've stuck to sports you can do alone. At the moment I also jog an hour a day and am taking out my roller blades today for a closer look. When I put them away a few years ago, the brakes were wearing thin and I wasn't able to find a replacement in my particular skate which I'm quite fond of. It was fun to rollerblade but it increases the size of your calves and hips, not two places I have always wanted to have muscle.
Much to my surprise, it's totally fun. This whole decade for me, between 50 and 60 has been full of surprises, new things in life, including that I started painting at 50. My daughter's a mild extrovert and I'm about halfway between ... she handled all of the social aspects, such as thinking of it in the first place, finding the club, joining, getting us signed up, into our first game, introduced all the way 'round, and so forth. Whew! That took a lot of work. That's why we love our extrovert friends.
Turns out I have one of the best serves in the club. It's got a lot of power. I bought a new Wilson Hyper Hammer for this whole project in June and I still don't have a reliable forehand (!) It's a fantastic racquet and so different I've had to reinvent my feel for placing shots.
I'll let you know if we actually get to play in the tournament. This is pretty wild stuff for an introvert. For years I've stuck to sports you can do alone. At the moment I also jog an hour a day and am taking out my roller blades today for a closer look. When I put them away a few years ago, the brakes were wearing thin and I wasn't able to find a replacement in my particular skate which I'm quite fond of. It was fun to rollerblade but it increases the size of your calves and hips, not two places I have always wanted to have muscle.
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