well, maybe it’s more like tennis wrist-forearm-thumb… and i definitely have a mad case of it. a trusted source says that Tennis elbow is a condition where the outer part of the elbow becomes painful and tender, usually as a result of a specific strain or overuse. Although it is called “tennis elbow”, it should be noted that it is not restricted to tennis players. this is where i’ll have to contradict wikipedia. tennis elbow is not restricted to tennis players?! well that is just silly. it’s called tennis elbow. not just elbow. besides, after my mad serving and slicing this past saturday i am definitely a tennis player. christian keeps telling me i need to do more push ups to not be sore the next time… but the parts of my arm that are hurting are not anyway connected to pushups! on top of that, i may have to work on my vocal game as well as my physical game to be taken seriously… and i probably should cut back on the number of balls i hit over the fence… but considering my only previous “racket” experience consisted of beginning racquetball at byu… i have improved by leaps and bounds.
summer session 1998 i walked into the racquetball courts. this class would fulfill my last physical education credit. i had already taken jazz and modern dance. and try as i may i could not for the life of me add soccer fast enough. i walked into class wearing my gray and blue p.e. uniform. the last person i expected was my cousin becky. but there she sat, a few months into her first pregnancy. she just happened to sign up for the very same section. it had to be fate and we treated the coincidence as such. every class we’d avoid pairing off with anyone else and would make our way to a court. once inside the echoing cell we’d hit the ball for a while until our attention focused more on our conversation then our swing.
while other students improved, we just enjoyed an entire hour to ourselves. the teacher caught on one day. “maybe i wasn’t clear, but the object of the class is for you to rotate partners, playing others with different abilities and hopefully improve–” he stopped mid-sentence, staring from becky to me and then from me to becky. he looked confused and then said, “are you two sisters?” “cousins!” we said enthusiastically. in a defeated sort of way he allowed us our hour of cousin chit chat. it’s funny, but all these years i’ve been proclaiming that i received a D in that class and blamed it on a hole in my racket.
Summer Term 1998PE 146 002 Racquetball, Beginning 0.5 BSEM HR ERN 0.5 HR GRD 0.5 GPA 3.00