I play tennis.
Post-kids, I play a couple times a year. But there was a season in life when I played ALL. THE. TIME
I was possibly a bit obsessive.
My family stayed in a condo every year for the 4th of July. They’d head to the water. I’d hit the courts. By myself.
There wasn’t a backboard to hit against, so I’d pick up a ball and hit a cross court forehand. I’d pick up another ball and hit a forehand down the line. On and on. Different shots. One at a time.
Then I’d go and pick them all up. For three or four hours, I’d do this. All weekend long.
Like I said, obsessive. [Read more...]