I’ve been playing league volleyball ever since we moved to Nashville. (Well, we got here in 2005, but it was 2006 before we got hooked up with the league scene. But ever since then I’ve been playing a minimum of two nights a week. Four in the summer.)
And that was on top of the four summers we spent playing every weekend at Jax Beach when we lived in Jacksonville. As my friend Brenda likes to tease, once I drank the Kool Aid I was never the same. (Addicted, obsessed…we’ve called my Volleyball Problem many things.)
However, I’ve always kind of been interested in tennis, too. Didn’t know anything about it. Except from the obvious that it was played on a court with rackets and balls.
But rules? Scoring? Or even the basics like controlling the ball? Clueless.
My experiences with tennis can be summed up thusly:
- Wayne and I played some when we first met. Or tried to just hit it back and forth, I should say. He did fine, but my balls were all wild. We spent the majority of the time running around collecting them –from creeks, streets, the wooded areas nearby.
- And in college one of my freshmen year roommates invited me to play once. Her patience –because she’d played in high school– with my novice skills lasted all of 15 minutes.
However, my fave park near our home plus Wii reignited my interest.
I kept seeing all the people playing on the courts in Crockett Park and asked Wayne if he’d play with me. Well, that husband of mine has a mind like an elephant –he didn’t forget all the ball chasing I had him doing the last time we played. (Almost 20 years ago!)
I couldn’t get Wayne to play with me in real life, but once we got our Wii I couldn’t get him to play against me because something incredible happened –I was better at him than something. Not just better. Far superior. His ego couldn’t take me whomping his butt everytime!
Wii satisfied my tennis urges for a while, but I’d still see those people in the park looking like they were having so much fun…
I had toyed with taking tennis lessons, but it was more just one of those “I’d like to do that someday (but probably never will)” sort of thoughts.
Until my hitchhiker.
Taking tennis lessons went on my Life Goals list last year when I was so sick I couldn’t even play Wii.
But once I started feeling better, I didn’t waste any time. In August I started lessons over at the rec center. I still only had a fuzz head then, but I didn’t care. I was in my bandana phase. I just wrapped one on and away I went.
I had a hoot!
Gordon was my first instructor. For me, at that point in my life, he was perfect. He’s kind of a wild teacher…full of energy.
I wasn’t very good at first, but once in a while I’d get off a good shot. Then something funny happened…I started getting better.
Not great, but my balls weren’t as wild.
This last session was my first with Beth. She completely intimidated me at first. Her style is much different and more aggressive than Gordon’s. I’m not sure had I started with her that I’d have continued lessons.
But Gordon’s Friday class filled up so on Tuesdays I found myself in hers this go around.
And after the first couple of sessions I started getting her –and loving her style. I saw a HUGE improvement in my skills. (What there are of them. I’ve discovered I’m pretty good at lobs, but the rest is still a work in progress.)
Anyway, yesterday was my last session on Tuesdays with her. I tried to sign back up but all spots were full. But Gordon’s Friday class had an opening so…I signed back up with him.
I almost didn’t make it to Beth’s class yesterday. The weather was weird, the rec center hadn’t opened until 10 due to inclement weather, and I lost track of time Twittering before class.
However, I decided better late than never. Plus, something told me I really needed to go.
Boy am I glad I did! Some of the other girls in class invited me to play on a women’s tennis team/league with them! I was so excited.
Sometimes volleyball comes with a lot of ‘tudes and team-picking snobbery. Luckily the teams I play with now don’t have that, but we still deal with other teams that do. Every week. It gets old.
Especially when a new season starts and everyone’s scrambling to get on a better team. Again, luckily my team doesn’t really deal with that anymore. But we’re not immune to all the jostling going on around us.
Tennis hasn’t been like that at all.
And the girls who asked me to play with them? They’re all a riot. I’ve really enjoyed classes with them. I was tickled absolutely pink they thought of including me.
It all starts in Spring. Something else to look forward then!