The Swing of Things
A dismal, brutal, pathetic "tennis" match occurred tonight - if it's even worthy of being called tennis at all. Swing and Miss or Over the Fence might be more appropriate titles of what really happened. Recently, I expressed interest in the game after watching Anna Kournikova blast the Biggest Loser contestants with tennis inspired workouts. A fun way to work off calories with my husband? Count me in. So Adam decided to take the initiative and surprised me today with a racket and a tube of balls, promising to take me to the courts after dinner. Excited? Yes! But my jello-legs, lack of technique, and poor hand-eye coordination gave onlookers some comedic entertainment instead. I totally deserved it. Rather than volleying the yellow ball back and forth across the net as the sport requires, I found myself chasing the ball around the court, getting the workout I wanted in a completely unexpected way. Adam remained patient in my failures, although, he wasn't in his element either. Not even close. Over mutual giggles and several embarrassments, we enjoyed learning a bit more about each other's talents (or lack thereof) and interests. We'll continue our tennis dates in hopes that one day, we might actually get to enjoy the real intention of the sport.
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