A racket…On the court

If you had told me a year ago that I would be taking tennis lessons and loving it I would have said, “Poppycock!”

And yet here I am. Taking tennis lessons…AND loving it. It’s great exercise and whenever you have any pent up aggression you can take it out on those poor little furry yellow balls.

My friend Julie convinced me to join her and I was pleased to find that our tennis coach, Mr. Anthony, is just the cutest most relaxed instructor. He never hollers, he’s constantly telling us not to think, he never makes a big deal out of any mistake, and whenever we do something pretty impressive he kowtows in honor.

The best part is he’s teaching the sort of tennis that you can play your entire life. No lunging and no pivoting, just running to the ball, putting your racket down and following through. It’s nearly zen and Julie and I aren’t too shabby at it. Playing and learning with a friend is so much fun and we are grateful to have such an indulgent opportunity.

Our lessons take place at Kelab  Darul Ehsan, known as KDE. It’s an older club but it serves our needs just fine. Watch out amateur circuit. We’re coming!

The entrance of KDE

The entrance of KDE

Our indoor court

Our indoor court

My doubles partner. Watch out amateur tennis circuit. We're coming for you!

My doubles partner. Watch out amateur tennis circuit. We’re coming for you!

Excited to play after a 6 week break

Excited to play after a 6 week break

The sight of tennis balls now make me smile. Who would've thought?

The sight of tennis balls now make me smile. Who would’ve thought?

Our lovely coach Mr. Anthony!

Our lovely coach Mr. Anthony!

After an hour of play. Not so playful any more.

After an hour of play. Not so playful any more.