A little workout

A little workout fills my soul. Tennis lessons started this evening. I feel so much better for having batted around a ball for an hour. This is about as good as meditation gets. No need to focus on breathing, or calming the "monkey mind". Oh, hell no. Concentrate on getting that fuzzy yellow speeding ball back over the net.

For clarity and focus, there is no zen master that can clear one's mind as fast as a speeding yellow ball coming right at you. There is no mantra that would dare to compete with the focus necessary to smack that speeding ball back over the net. Everything else in the day falls away without willing it away. I should have been a professional athlete so I can live on the spiritual plane of non-thought. If I could just get the ball over the net I may just reconsider that.

Tennis Night!

I WON, I WON, I WON!!! First time EVER....heeheee. 4 to 2 and my friend said she would take all the "pity points" I would give her. Heeheee. These are good days.

Add in...

It's time to get a photo of how bad my tennis serve looks and post it here. Just so all this great sports commentary has the appropriate action photo to accompany it. I have such a great time playing tennis and I have yet to learn what winning feels like. It's just raw fun.

This week I learned an interesting tidbit, "add in" and "add out" - both scoring terms that tell me we are close to the end of the game and that I've not done too bad - actually stand for "advantage in" and "advantage out". These are not matters of ADD. Although I have wondered about ADHD. It's a heck of a lot easier to keep track of end of game scores when I consider who has the advantage. Just so I'm clear on this...the server has the advantage. If she gets it over the net, I have a running chance, literally, of getting the ball back to her. Our games are getting longer as we spend more time yelling "Deuce" at each other. That may be the name for my next dog.

The "good" match this last week was 2-4, her favor.