For a variety of reasons, I haven’t stepped on a court to play tennis since 2008.
(Those reasons include not wanting to re-injure my back, not interfering with going to the Y, and, most of all, not wanting to be confronted with the reality of what age & disuse would do to my game . . . the realization that “if I never play again I’ll always be as good as I used to be.”)
But every so often, I want to be back on the court, just to hit a serve. Last night, just before I began teaching my Next Step class, I started practicing my serve. In the lobby of the church. With no racket or balls. Just my memory of how it looked like this: