One hour of tennis.
Coach Ron kept us moving constantly this morning, lobbing balls at us at an alarming rate so that he could really up our cardio workout.
I was breathing pretty hard.
My legs were aching from Jillian’s workout the day before.
I was sweating pretty early into the start of the lesson.
And I loved every minute.
This is my fourth lesson. And let me tell you, there was a HUGE feeling of satisfaction when it came time to grab the hopper and pick up the balls, only to find that this week, the majority of the balls were actually on the other side of the court rather than behind me. For today, my partner and I barely missed any.
Yeah, there were the missed shots and the joking about a “hole in the racket”, or the “oh, was that one for me”, but that jesting was pretty minimal this week in between the sprinting, and the squeaking of rubber against court, and the grunting, and hearing the glorious sound that is made when the ball and strings make contact – correctly.
It is challenging. It’s almost like dancing on point, or a gymnast on the bars – what looks so effortless, such as hitting a ball, is not as easy as it seems, at least not if you want to win.
It’s back to Jillian tomorrow and an attempt at Level 2.
Not sure I’ll be able to hit everything she hurls my way in Level 2, but I’m going to try.
However, someone may need to pick ME up after I’m done.