I’m off to
try my hand at pickleball today, a game that looks to me like a junior version
of tennis.
Years ago, before knees and other
body parts began objecting, My Guy and I had a brief fling with tennis. In
spite of my pre-Title IX childhood when girls' sports were pretty much limited
to watching the boys play, I did enjoy it. Granted, it involved quite a bit of
running around, but at least it was for short distances. And he and I were
pretty well matched. I could get to any corner of the court at top speed, and
he had the hand-eye coordination (after years of baseball and basketball) that
I didn’t. As annoying as it was to watch him, planted like an oak in the middle
of the court, easily reaching and expertly returning anything I sent his way
while I galloped around, here was exercise I didn’t hate.
Pickleball is a growing Florida
phenomenon. With its shortened court and slow-moving whiffleball, it’s perfect
for those of us who aren’t exactly in ‘leap over the net’ shape any longer – if
we ever were. And one bonus about aging is that the bar of expectations is
pretty low. At a certain point, we’re congratulated if we can maintain a brisk
walk for more than a mile.
I've heard of pickleball but I never quite knew what it was!
ReplyDeleteA brisk walk for more than a mile? Definitely congratulations from here. I can, and do walk but it isn't brisk.
ReplyDeleteKeep on playing pickle ball. the groups are usually very social.
ReplyDeleteI'm unable to play any sports where a ball is involved, with my long-sighted, cross-eyed vision, I can't see anything coming at my with speed until it hits me in the face. it worked out well for me, because I'd rather sit and read a book anyway.
ReplyDeleteNever heard of pickle ball. Wonder sometimes when it was that I stopped being able to run. It looks so easy. :) Poor Eli. I am always apologizing to him on our walks for not being able to run with him instead of stroll.
ReplyDeleteI used to love playing tennis until I did my back in in my later 40s.
ReplyDelete