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Tuesday, May 17, 2005

I am Anna Kournikova

Or something. I had my second tennis class last night. I thought I was Little Miss Server until I realized you have to hit the ball into the front half of the court, instead of having one whole side of the court. I have a hard time snapping my wrist down with the raquet because I wear an Ace bandange on my wrist (for the tendonitis).

But I love it. Every second (well, except for the times I mess up a perfectly good forehand). It's so satisfying to hear the thwap of a well-placed shot, and to see the ball hit inside the bounds. I love tossing the serve, gauging whether or not it's one to hit, and swinging.

I say this all like I'm some kind of tennis pro. I'm not. This was the second group lesson I had, since a summer tennis class in college some eight years ago. But it's invigorating to gain back the half-way decent skills I had.

After class, one of the better players asked me and another beginner if we wanted to join a beginner's league. We still have a month and a half to take more classes and improve, but she said it was a good way to learn the game and gain new skills by playing slightly better players. I'm so excited! I can't wait!

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

go el!!!

8:19 AM  
Blogger Reddeyze said...

Ellie! You go!

I'm in a shitty little golf league, and I've taken some lessons. I know what you're feeling with that well-placed "thwap!" I love a lesson well learned.

We all have our shit that keeps us sane. Good for you that you've found yours.

11:38 PM  

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