Since childhood I have always been a lover of soccer and volleyball, sports that I still play despite the lack of time due to maternal responsibilities, work and as a couple, but there was a time when I also began to be interested in tennis, precisely at the time when I met my second boyfriend who was a racket and ball crazy and the best of the university. I recognize that the other reason I wanted to practice tennis had to do with the fashion linked to this sport so I said to myself, well, I would like to give it a try. When I told my boyfriend my decision and that as my partner it is his obligation to teach me how to play like a pro.
Of course he was not very agree with my proposal, he said that this is not a hobby is a sport as respectable as soccer or volleyball but I insisted so much, and well, I made him an offer that he could not refuse so he ended up accepting. The first thing I did was to buy those beautiful skirts, some white shoes, oh, I forgot: the racket, no problem because my boyfriend lent me his. That's it, I'm a tennis player.
We went to the club where he plays, and the first thing he told me was to run. I don't know how many laps we did on that court but I was already dizzy. Then we ran from the baseline to the net and vice versa and then from the side to the side. After such a marathon, now it was time to practice with the instrument: the racquet. I was excited, we started first with something basic, slow balls near the net for about an hour, something very repetitive, bordering on tedious. After that we went to the serve, uff, what a difficult thing to do because no matter how much I concentrated that ball never went to the other side of the court.
But more difficult was the return of serve. My boyfriend was serving very slowly and I could hardly direct the ball, if I didn't send it to the stands I would hit it against the net or it would go to the umpire's chair, I thought to myself: this is extremely rude. But when I really understood that this sport was not for me was the moment that my evil ex put me to play a small one set match against a 10 year old girl, who swept me in the court with a resounding and humiliating 6-0.
I told him, you are right, this is not for me, I recognized that his sport is extremely hard and that its training and practice needs vocation, will and enough determination, as when I played volleyball or as my son does with soccer. I stopped trying but that yes, I kept the skirt and the cool shoes, the fashion of the tennis girls is the only thing I do match point.
