Well, I went back to that park at noon. I figured no one plays tennis at noon in
June! I was right!
I hit the first ball in twenty years (my son says I played
with them when he was twelve) and it fizzled out, so I hit the next one
harder! It came back and I returned it
to the wall. Only problem was that when
it came back the second time I forgot and I ran to return it.
Suddenly I was lurching across the court in an old familiar
pose, arm out in front, right leg extended and airborne! Thank goodness this court was made out of
some sort of funky rubbery waffley stuff that made the landing and following
skid much better than it might have been on clay or asphalt!
At the time I was so high on the joy of being able to even
try hitting that little ball I just popped right back up and went after my ball
which I did get, by the way, but hit over the fence!
I hit a lot over the fence, but little by little some of the
moves are coming back. Sadly my
backhand seems really weak and I have no control, but I had enough stamina to
have fun. Now if I’d been playing
against an opponent I wouldn’t have hit anything unless he was really being
nice, but I never thought I’d be on the court again!
It might be the high point of my summer!
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