This afternoon Ted asked me if I wanted to play some tennis. I said "No, I haven't played in years, I'm out of shape, plus I've got some lingering injuries."
Thirty minutes later we're out lakeside, on the court, hitting the ball going back and forth, and back and forth.
Hitting our hearts out.
Adrenaline.
The sweat.
Side-to-side shuffling.
That feeling, when you hit the ball right in the sweet spot.
The exhaustion afterwards.
It was almost a spiritual experience.
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