Running around for a couple of hours playing tennis contributes to a steady state of ebullience.
Thank you for the wins, today and every day since I’ve known you.
I wrote my daughters a letter all about the chunkiness of the pozole and how happy about their birthday I felt while playing tennis.
I can go wherever and do whatever I want. I feel the thrill of this privilege and also a responsibility for making the most of it while I can.
What better way to learn than by playing?
Even though I am in my sixties, my life is still improving.
I might have dug down for some extra “You’re better than that, let’s prove it” type of grit…
Pickleball looks like playing ping pong standing on the table. How could you not like that?
“You taught me a lesson today,” said the guy I was playing tennis with yesterday.
“It’s ironic that I’m near the beginning of my tennis journey and you’re — you have so much experience.”