Tennis, Anyone?

As you may have read in one of my past posts, I have recently taken up tennis.

Those words "taken up tennis" bounce around ridiculously in my mind. When I size myself up, I couldn't be any farther from a tennis player. Despite multiple attempts as a child to find my sports niche, I never found enough coordination to have any success. It was so bad that I was CUT from my college sorority intramural basketball team. No kidding. PEOPLE DON'T GET CUT FROM INTRAMURAL SORORITY TEAMS. I did.

Add on to my lack of athletic ability that I am not the tennis club type, really. What is the type? Oh, I don't know, but I am fairly sure that I am not it.

However, I have this friend who I call Recruiter Rhonda. She is just one of those people who is really good at motivating people. Really REALLY good. She's got me playing tennis. That is nothing short of a Roger Federer Ace. What is really amazing is that I am enjoying it! I think the ability to learn new things at any age is one amazing gift that God has given us. Now, I am not saying I am good, but I can hit it over the net!

All this just sets the stage for what happened yesterday. I went to my tennis drill group at the tennis club where I have already had my share of embarrasing moments: I have fallen twice while trying to hit the ball... right on my tushie. But drill went well, and I had to leave a little early for a meeting, so I went into the ladies locker room where I am always a bit nervous. I changed back into my work clothes and was excited at the assortment of free products on the counter. As I refixed my hair, I delightedly grabbed the hair spray and sprayed away. That is when I noticed the ladies in the locker room giving me a strange look. It clicked.

I was spraying my hair with aerosol deodorant.