Game, Set, Match.

Despite my good intentions I'm only now starting this blog. Over the past year or so I have composed at least a dozen perfect posts, titles and all, yet I haven't managed to actually type them out until today, and only because I recently headed up an 8-week health challenge for my family and some friends. Oh well...as the saying goes, "Begin! The rest is easy."

Recently my Bishop (who also happens to be my husband...he was called as Bishop a couple of months ago as I was in labor with our third child...and he's a first year medical resident) advised me to keep a journal because some days I cope better than others and writing seems to be a constructive outlet. Exercise is usually my preferred constructive outlet, but I have a tendency to overdo that. I decided to merge the two and write ABOUT exercise, especially because I usually relate everything to exercise anyway (and, as previously mentioned, I have a bunch of completed posts in my brain just itching to be written). So here we go.

Today I engaged in one of my first exercise loves: tennis. I love tennis. I'm not all that good at it but I'm not terrible, either. So when some girls in my ward invited me, saying they usually put the small children in a corner with some bubbles and other toys (plus Thursday mornings are perfect because I only have my youngest two children as S is in preschool), I jumped on it. Even though Houston is quickly starting to heat up, and even though I had originally planned to run, I had a blast. And I even let it be enough for my exercise...okay, I did lift some weights, too, but I didn't go for a run.

We started out with a fabulous, 5 gal around the world game then broke into some singles tennis where I played a friend who was almost my perfect tennis match as evidenced by our absurd number of deuce points played out. We didn't play a full match (or even a full set...our boys are in preschool together and we had to pick them up) but the five games we played were awesome. I left the court feeling rejuvenated (albeit sweaty...it was Houston at noon...) to reenter mommy-hood for the afternoon.

I think a run would have been rejuvenating as well. But playing tennis offered much welcomed (and needed) variety. I ought to break out of my norm a bit more, I think.