tennis

I'm taking tennis lessons. At first, I didn't want to tell anyone for fear that I would begin only to quit within the first four week session. But I didn't quit. I wanted to many times -- for all that know me are aware that visions of athleticism are not conjured upon thinking of me. Ha! So I'm taking tennis. We've got a class through the park & rec here in Denton that makes lessons very affordable. (so affordable you would all be jealous if I told you JUST HOW MUCH or shall I say LITTLE? they run) Classes are twice a week for an hour with two instructors amongst the group. The first group I was in had 6 faithful members. The second group waivered around 8. This new group is ranging b/w 10 & 11, but it's still too soon to tell since we've just begun the second week. The faint of heart will soon drop out as the temperatures soar into the high 90's and embarrassment rises in the weak as their lack of ability becomes obvious to the "adult beginners" throng. But not me. I stink and I'm sticking with it! 3 months strong and I haven't quit yet. 3 months strong and I'm still in the "adult beginners" class. 3 months strong and I picked up a weekly private lesson with another three-time "beginner" girl so that we can try to progress to the coveted "adult advanced beginners" class. The time will soon come. I'm even thinking about investing in bona fide "tennis" shoes and a racquet (other than the free one issued upon beginning my phenomenal athletic career late in my 28th year). I appreciate tennis more now then ever before. Determination. Discipline. Consistency. Lots of laughter. This is what tennis has been teaching me. To persevere and learn to laugh at myself (A LOT).