I never really played sports as a child. I remember playing soccer when I was young, but I think I just did it because it was the thing every child played when you grew up in Massachusetts. I wasn’t very good at it, but I liked it, I think.
As I grew up, sports held no attraction for me. I was music and drama all the time. Singing lessons, plays, musicals, chorus and show choirs, I did them all through elementary school, high school and college. I left the athletics to my brothers, the sports stars.
Because of my lack of exposure to sports, I felt a little awkward when I started tennis lessons in June. It is hard to move beyond your comfort zone in your thirties. I was nervous I would make a fool out of myself. I was uncertain I would enjoy myself. And I felt downright embarrassed and awkward the first time I wore a tennis skirt. (Who me, in athletic wear? Please. Never happen.)
Fast forward to the end of July. I am in love with the sport of tennis. I am now up to two nights of lessons a week. Last night, I played tennis matches with women I have never met before as part of a tennis interclub group. I wasn’t great, but I didn’t embarrass myself either. I was okay. I had fun. And most importantly, I absolutely loved every minute of it.
I never knew I could discover something new about myself at the age of 35. I am thrilled I have found something to do for me, without the kiddies, that is active and fun. I love the feel of my body moving. I enjoy coming home sweaty and worn out. I even love the slight soreness in my muscles. I am not quite sure who this tennis playing woman is, but I am truly enjoying getting to know her, tennis skirt and all.
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You go girl!!!!
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