After my run this morning, I played tennis with my friend Corky and a couple of his friends, both of whom were really nice. The three of them play together most weekends and invited me to be their fourth today. I was hesitant, as I always am with tennis invitations, but I enjoy Corky and decided to give it a try. I’m so glad I did.
I didn’t play all that well, but it felt good to be out there. It felt vaguely familiar and as though it could, with a little practice, be comfortable again. I had dozens of unforced errors, but I think I could enjoy playing on a regular basis so long as I actually played on a regular basis. I don’t think I could play once a week. I would have to play at least twice a week to find my footwork and figure out why I sent a number of easy shots flying. Corky’s friends told me about various ladders and leagues I could try. I’m not sure I have the time to fit something like that into my schedule, but I’m thinking about it. I wonder how many old friends I would bump into if I did. I bet quite a few. And I’m guessing I would probably make some new friends too.