Dear tennis game-
I thought you were dead to me forever.
You see, all summer - when it was approximately 145 degrees outside and all you gave me was a headache, I neglected you. I thought to myself,… I must not really enjoy this game like the others (by others I mean those actually ON the courts during those brutal Houston summer days).
While others were posting on facebook things such as “Off to the courts!”, all I could think was “Off to the pool!”. Or maybe “Off with my head” if I actually had to go. Nothing seemed appealing to me about it. Nothing.
And I felt a little guilty, especially in light of the time and money I’d spent working on my game. I mean that pink racquet from Target was $14.99 and I hated to see that go to waste.
But it was hot - very, very hot.
So today … on this last weekend in September, with fall officially on the calendar, I ventured back to the courts.
Pink tennis skirt, pink racket and all.
And after one shot, you were suddenly alive to me again. Volleys, overheads … missed shots and all.
And I just thought I should tell you.