For four decades, tennis was my jam. I’d pick up a racquet a handful of times each year, and enjoy the muscle memory established as a kid.
It wasn’t a serious commitment, but it was a constant in my life—until it wasn’t.
Two years ago, I discovered pickleball.
Like many others, I was seduced by the game’s rapid-fire game-play, social atmosphere, total inclusion, and ease on my body when compared to tennis.
Before I knew it, tennis faded into the background, and pickleball became The Choice.
For over two years, I didn’t touch a tennis racquet. Not once.
I reveled in the quick reflexes and strategic positioning that pickleball demanded. And I figured I was still maintaining my “racquet sports skills,” albeit on a smaller scale.
Boy, was I wrong.