Tennis 2.0
Here we go, my first tennis lesson in almost a decade. Before the kids were born, I was a tennis junkie. Playing three or four times a week, with friends, in leagues; and at home watching every match broadcast on tv. When Kati was little, I took her with me a lot; either set up a baby swing by the courts or had my best friend, my tennis-sis watch her. Then Elena was born and we moved to NC.
But today I am chasing down that yellow fuzzy ball again. After 15 minutes I am totally out of breath. After 22 I am getting nauseous. The one-hour mark brings me much relief.
Driving home, drenched in sweat and nursing an aching back, I am already contemplating my next rendezvous with the yellow fuzzy balls.
A few months ago my 7-year old daughter came to me: “Mommy, your passion is tennis. Your journey will not be complete without it.”
