I like physical activity. It probably started with my desire with dirt and running when I first tried Airsoft. Tennis falls in that category too. I've always wanted to play but with the lack of self-motivation and comrades with the same interest, it never happened. Until two and a half years later, I received an "heirloom" from an ex-colleague on her last day in the office - a new racket and a dozen of balls.
I hit the internet with haste in search for a formal training on the sport. I've been watching players, amateurs and pros, everytime I pass YCK MRT overlooking Yio Chu Kang Sports Complex. They offer 3 months of training, about 10 sessions, for S$300. With planning, maybe, just maybe, I'd buy the formal training idea. However, for the meantime, since my officemates noticed the racket littered under my desk, they had invited me to play with them one time. Who was I to refuse such an invitation?
So Friday after-office, we headed to Rivervale Crest Condominum Tennis court. My colleague was so kind to make himself my first Tennis trainer. For an hour, he let me hit the balls simultaneously, taught me a few hitting styles, the normal, the backhand and the slice. I was like playing volleyball with the high angle projectile of the ball everytime I make a hit. Worse, missed hits and balls flying over the fence. Please excuse this noob here!
Officemate's friend came after the "training". It would be shameful if I'd own the entire time hitting balls so I let them take the floor. Another hour passed and finally officemate's sweat come running down his face. Even so, he still asked me to practise hitting. I wasn't sure if he was kidding me but he told me I improved fast. I can hit balls properly and make a rally with my playmate. Hmmm, not bad for a first time eh?
Next week, a game is scheduled. Practice! Practice!
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