Is it possible? Could it be that spring is finally here? It felt a little bit like spring this weekend. Enough, in any case, for Chloe to convince me to play some tennis outside. After I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, it was great therapy to get on the court with my daughter.
And boy, has she made progress since she started taking lessons last fall. She’s starting to serve, she’s showing potential with her strokes, particularly her backhand, and we played for an hour without her losing patience or getting frustrated. We ended our session with smiles on our faces, looking forward to the next time we can lob some balls back and forth.
I used my dad’s old racquet – from the mid-1980s – and it wasn’t as heavy as I expected. Although the grip was a little big, it still felt nice in my hands simply because it once belonged to him.