Tennis courts in our new town are plentiful. There is one in our complex and with it comes a free Tennis Clinic on Saturday mornings. Without a racquet, I showed up at a clinic just to watch. Cathy shared hers with me that day, then loaned me 2 extras that she had at home.
Other than a few weeks in high school PE, I’ve never played tennis. After my first two clinics, I earned the nickname, “Girl Who Plays In Trees.” It was fitting, not funny. I scrounged through the palm tree forest just outside the tennis court fence at the end of each clinic hour, searching for my poorly hit balls. The Pro told me that I wasn’t playing softball and aiming for the outfield.
15 plus Saturday Clinics later, I have my own racquet with bright green grip tape and have ditched the nickname. My tennis savvy hubby will spend time on the court with me now and I admit, I’m making progress. I have yet to learn how to score, but do understand which lines to keep the ball in-between if I am playing single versus doubles. I’m not ready to play in a court where each net is not separated by a fence. I stay out of the trees most of the time, but not always in my own court.
I’m not of the mind set – “old dog, new trick” -but I do think I fit – “middle-age empty nester displaced in Florida lovin tennis.” I’ts a nice part of the adventure.
Need a vacation? Come visit – I’ve got an extra racquet.