When I was a pre-teen, my parents decided they would spring for tennis lessons for my sister and I. I remember having little-to-no interest in this, but they were near our house and I was reaching an "epic fail" level of athleticism so I succumbed to the pressure.
The worst way I can possibly imagine to teach tennis to an athletic failure would be to--get this-- run laps every time they fail to hit the ball.
So how did I spend these lessons?
Running laps. Obviously.
I have never blogged about my hatred of running, but it is definitely a huge hatred. I am sure it stems from a combination of the aforementioned tennis lessons and something Ontario grade school kids were subjected to called "Canada Fitness". My experiences with Canada Fitness can fill at least three more posts, so I will suffice to say that I detest running.
Because tennis = running, I hate tennis.
I think I managed to hit the tennis ball maybe three times in a class and I would be so relieved when I did that I would promptly lower my arm and miss the return ball. Prompting more laps.
As always in team/group athletic endeavours, I was in such a bad state that people wouldn't even laugh at me. I remember turning mid-lap and seeing a gaggle of other kids watching me somberly, including Brenna. They would even try to teach me maneuvers with my racket like "swinging" and "hitting" between laps.
I never got better. So if anyone feels like teaching me next summer without any laps involved, I am all for it! But you had better be extremely patient...
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