Last summer I started playing tennis again and I joined a team after not playing for at least a few years. I fell back in love with the game and reignited my competitive spirit (ok, maybe that’s a stretch, I’ve always been competitive). Being on the tennis court stresses me out when I lose, but I really do love it.
When I was diagnosed, I thought that I was not going to be able to play in the summer league that I was apart of last year. I was disappointed because I was looking forward to it and you get to play outside, which rarely happens in rainy Oregon.
I got an email from one of my captain a few months ago and he asked if I wanted to play. I said yes, but I told him that I wasn’t sure how I was going to feel and if I would be up for it.
My first match was tonight and I was nervous. I emailed my captain this past weekend and told him that I wanted to quit because I hadn’t practiced since the winter and I didn’t want to bring the team down with my bad tennis. He told me that he wanted me on the team and I shouldn’t quit. So, I reluctantly went to my match.
During the warm up I was horrible. I just knew it was going to be all bad. I was slated for doubles with a lady named Brenda, who was an awesome partner. Together, we won our match, 8-3. I don’t know how we did it because most of my my shots were pure luck. My serve was actually good and I was never broken.
Being back in the court with my team reminded me how much I love playing and that I really do miss being on the court. Tennis was something that I thought I would need to give up. Of course on certain days I am not physically ok to play, but I need to make sure I set aside time when I do have the energy, for the things that make me feel normal.
So today was a good day and I’m going to make sure that I continue playing because it makes me happy. Whoever is ready to take on a loud, competitive, shit talker on the tennis court–I’m your gal!