Puffing with pride when someone calls me “athletic”

Yesterday evening, on my weekly Saturday date with Hubby, I tried to lay out my vision for our future, one that includes oodles of not-sitting-around-ness. When I peered into my crystal ball, I said, I saw beaucoup golf and tennis. So as not to alarm him, I left out one key part of this not-sitting-around-ness…

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Ain’t no shame in two-bounce tennis

Not that it matters, but I totally swear that I don’t only get tennis fever every September, when the U.S. Open zips into Gotham and effectively glues every Rafa- and Roger-addict’s a– to the couch for two solid weeks. I’ve been playing, badly but happily, for a few years now, ever since we moved to…

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