October 22, 2006 - 9:37 a.m.
You wake up in the morning. Tell your middle age body...another day to get in physical shape. Gravity takes its ugly toll. I refuse to starve myself to a size 8. Refuse to puff on cancer sticks to keep the weight off. S-l-o-w-l-y losing the excess pounds is the only solution. One step, pedal rotation, serve, stroke at a time.
Been playing lots of tennis this week. What a difficult sport to master! It's all about self control. Keeping the ball between the right lines. I'm usually out of control in single matches. One of those who colored outside the lines in Kindergarten. Received three whacks with the paddle because I didn't take my proper turn with the toys. Grandma wrote a note to the teacher. Please let Ruth wear slacks underneath her dress at recess. I had no situational awareness. None. Being a tomboy, I did what the boys did, including the wrestling matches. It was a small triumph at age 5 to wear pants at school, before Title IX was passed in 1972, before girls could stop wearing mandatory dresses at the public schools.
~ Soldier Girl
