Back on the Courts
It's been about six years since my feet were on the courts- that was my first tennis lesson. Last week, I decided to finally take it up again, fearful that I'd probably unlearned everything already. Somehow, my body still knew what to do, although my form was far from perfect.
Someone even ran to the courts (from her car)in the middle of our lesson, running up to my instructor thinking he belonged to our community's association. The taray (is nasty a close enough translation for this?) bitch inside me came alive: "Can you please talk to him after my lesson? He's my personal instructor." The woman apologized and let us get back to our lesson. (Can you say queen bitch? Well, lessons are by the hour and time is money isn't it?)
I was lobster-red by the time our first lesson ended and panting like Cosi (our Jack) on a scorching summer day. But it felt great!! Now if only I can get get my husband to play against me. (He's pretty good so I'd be not much of a challenge for him) Tennis anyone? :)


