Tennis Anyone?

Yesterday I did something I haven't done in a LONG time.

Exercised.

Shocking, I know.

But it wasn't just any old exercise, it was FUN exercise.... I attended a free tennis class with three of my CrAzY friends: Tami, Emily and Carrie.  We had a blast.

Plus we were star students.  I mean, we totally rocked that tennis lesson.  We showed everyone up.

(not really, I'm lying.)

But we did volley, bounce, jump, serve, crack jokes, volley, bounce, jump, serve, crack jokes, over and over again.

Sweating and beat red in the face I looked up at the clock only to discover that 15 minutes had passed.

So we volleyed, bounced, jumped, served, cracked jokes... worked on forehand techniques, backhand techniques, cracked jokes... got hit by a ball or two, cracked jokes... had balls thrown at us by a ball machine, cracked jokes... For 45 more minutes.

It was exhausting.  And hilarious. 

Here are some things that may or may not have happened during the class...

Instructor: "Don't hold your racket like your about to flip a pancake." Me: "But we're housewives, all we know how to do is flip a pancake."

After being smacked by the ball directly between the eyes, and after I dramatically fell to the ground because of it, and after my friends all lovingly laughed at me because I had an imprint of a tennis ball on my forehead, I said to the Instructor passing by, "She just hit me between the eyes! And I didn't sign a release form for injuries. I'm totally suing."

After seeing all the balls laying around and knowing they were probably going to make us pick them up, I said to the instructor: "I was promised a cute ball boy... I want a refund."

Then when we were told to pick up the balls laying around one of us may have loudly said, "Now this technique I know. How to pick up things."

At one point Emily hit the ball high over my head and when I failed to return it she said, "Stacey, jump for the ball!" To which I replied, "I did jump!"

During some drills the Instructor said, "Act like your shaving something when you hit the ball." Me: "Uh, I don't shave enough to even know what that means." Instructor: "Okay, pretend your grating cheese." Me: "Now cheese I know."

When the instructor was working with my friend Carrie, he said to her, after a rather good return, "Beautiful!"  So she turned to me and said, "That instructor told me my return was beautiful, but I think he was really talking about me." So later after many more times working with him I shouted across the court, "How come you haven't told me any of my hits are beautiful?!"
 
Speaking of Carrie, while being instructed on proper backhand technique she said, "Now I know how to properly backhand my children."  And she said that OUT LOUD.

Speaking of things you probably shouldn't say out loud... Tami said some things.
That you probably shouldn't say out loud. But that's why we love her. (oh, it wasn't really that bad)

Yes.  It was such fun.  There was even some golfing involved.  Due to the fact that when a ball would go careening wildly through the joint I'd yell "FORE!"

Yup, I'm pretty sure they may never want us back at the tennis joint again, but I'm choosing to believe that it is because we were SO good, they were intimidated by us.

I mean, don't we look intimidating???

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