That little voice in the back of mind said, “Don’t do it!” when that tennis clinic email first came across my face. The most contact I have had with tennis was hitting a ball off my parent’s chimney when I was a kid. In the small blue collar South Shore of Boston town of Holbrook, tennis was not on the radar. I loved hitting that ball and maybe tennis was trying to get through at that time.
I did not listen to the negative nelly inside of me and I signed up. I am so glad I did. It was about 90 degrees that day and humid but I loved every minute of it.
I LOVED IT! They helped a total beginner like me and gave me 1 on 1 lessons. I was really nervous that I would suck but I did surprising well. I played with slower children’s balls but really, I needed that. If only I can get myself a racket and find people to play with in Boston.
Sometimes you have to step out of your comfort zone. I did it! The negative nelly in me would not be heard.
I must have drank about 2 bottles of water after playing for 45 minutes. I was not used to the heat at all.
Driving to and from the event, we got rides in a Chevy Tahoe hybrid and the new Chevy Volt. The Volt was pretty cool.
I thought I had more pictures but sadly, none were of me playing tennis.