sore, but in a good way.
the day started out a bit slow (with me trying to rest my ankle), but by 6pm i was antsy and gave up the struggle. i broke out my pristine white tennis shoes and went 3 rounds with the ball machine. forehand, backhand, volley, on the rise, lob… my poor, weak, out-of-shape arms were so dead afterwards that i hit about 10 serves and called it a night.
over dinner, i chatted with a trauma nurse over at pomona valley… and now i’m thinking of spending a little of my free time over there to check out the action. i used my glass of ice tea to numb my hand… it’s sore from the death grip i had on my racquet for the past hour and a half.
so, i’m having fun– and the ball machine is tons cheaper than the batting cages or the driving range. coolio.