Sunday, March 20, 2011
I haven't gone missing or anything. I, uh, have been playing tennis.
Tom has been trying for years to get me to play. And of course I resisted. Ain't no man gonna tell me what to do!
Okay, no. That wasn't it at all. I just thought I was going to suck at it, and where's the fun in that?
But then... peer pressure. Yes, the insidious force that is peer pressure still holds sway, even over a forty-year-old. My friends made me do it! I'm like an After School Special here.
Except that it's exercise. Which is good for you. So, sometimes peer pressure is good?
Anyway, leaving the ethical quandary aside, for the last two months-ish, I've been putting on actual tennis shoes and hitting actual tennis balls -- with increasing success, even! People, I don't suck! It's totally fun! (Don't tell Tom I said so. He'll only gloat.)
Remember all that running I was going to do last summer? I even bought snazzy sneakers for it and all that? Well, being me, I couldn't just run for running's sake, so I only ran when I pushed Sarah in the jogging stroller to school and eventually -- you might even say inevitably -- messed up my back. Apparently the lesson there is not to multitask when you exercise.
But you gotta do something, right? So when one friend said she was going to start up lessons again, and my other friend said she'd do it if I would, what could I do?
I think I'm going to buy my very own racquet this week so I can stop using Tom's heavy old hand-me-down. I'm so stoked!