Old Muscles

M and I bought tennis rackets last week. I haven't played tennis in over a decade so it's very strange to hold a racket again. We go to a park in Magnolia that has some courts and just hit the ball around for an hour. We are not very good, but also not as bad as expected.

It's good, but I know I'll ache a little tomorrow. I enjoyed it, which I didn't expect given how burned out I was on tennis in high school, and am looking forward to the next time.

On the way back home, the mountains are out, but not in this picture.