No Sleep 'Til Wimbledon.

I have never excelled at sports. What's the opposite of
excelled? 'Cause that's what I do. I am clumsy,
trippy, awkward. My head seems to have a gravitational pull
and balls fly at it, bouncing off my forehead, my crown, my
orbital bones.

As a result, my feelings about sports are not positive.

Sports=pain.

Sports=bruises.

Sports=embarrassment.

So, it was with great trepidation that I went to the park
with S on Friday to learn how to play tennis. I was ready
for a racket to the face as soon as I stepped on the court.

But! It was fun!! I got pleasantly out of breath and a
little sweaty and my legs were tired and it was such fun! I
didn't think about how dorky I looked; I only thought
about how very much I liked tennis.

We played again on Monday and it was even more fun. I'm
getting better and better and S is such a patient teacher
(which was, honestly, a surprise). And it's so exciting
to have something physical to do together.

It's never too late to become an athlete, is it?