Raft3r gets back together with his first love.
On February 19, I returned to the tennis court to hit some balls.
Despite all the excitement, the first few minutes were total embarrassment. It became apparent that years of absence from playing certainly took its toll.
My serve was pretty lame. My strokes were gone. I hit balls like a novice.
Half an hour after, I began to see some improvement. But still I was not satisfied. I wanted my form back. I knew it would take time.
Right now, patience is Raft3r’s biggest foe.
Post script: This is the 300th post of The Deadbeat Club.