I've been having tennis lessons for two years now. At least. I run several times a week and I go to the gym. My husband does absolutely nothing. Yet he can still beat me at any and every sport you'd care to name. He is a professional athlete trapped in the body of a couch potato!
Lately, we've started playing tennis together and better Cardio fitness is my only advantage. So, I try to run him around the court and every time the ball goes out I restart really quickly, before he can get his breath. But to be honest, it doesn't really matter because if he wanted - he could thrash me.
But that's where the fun starts. He's no fool and I'm not a very good loser. So he's now found a level of play that allows us both to enjoy the game. Sometimes he forgets himself (usually when I gloat over a point won or start one of my victory dances) and smacks a serve that speeds past me or does something clever with spin. But then if he gets too far ahead he'll suddenly fumble a return or miss the opportunity to put the ball past me. When this happens he'll often angrily smack the racket into his palm, mutter under his breath or shake his head in disappointment.
His acting is nowhere near as good as his tennis but bless him for making the effort. The fact that he does means that harmony and happiness prevail; both on the court and back at home. In fact, this approach to tennis could be seen as a metaphor for a successful marriage; make sure you both get to win sometimes - even if it means that one of you has to double fault occassionally*!
* preferably him :)
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Brilliant. Your mother plays tennis against herself on the Wii. I'm not sure what that says about our marriage!
Best not dwell!
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