
About a month ago, an Internet provider parked a Ferrari in our downstairs lobby. They convinced me to get in and have my picture taken. Those drivers must have some tiny rear-ends, because mine barely fit in the seat. I think that's what inspired me to start working out again. I've been walking at least 3 miles a day. Last week I 'played' tennis for the first time since junior high. Because I'm a baseball coach's daughter, I was always taught to hit the ball up (hence aiming for a homerun). When playing tennis of course, the object is to hit the ball down. With me, those two things don't mix very well. I used to play tennis with a neighbor of mine, until I got tired of having to retrieve the balls outside of the fence. Yes...I hit them outside of the fence. Consistently. All the time.
I was proud of myself last week because I only hit 2 balls over the fence in an hour. That's not to say that the rest the time the ball went where I wanted it to, but I had at least a little bit of control. I'm going to play again today. Hopefully things will go as well as they did last week. We'll see!

New shades (I was bored while Mike was in the bank)




