If you ever want to feel really bad about yourself, pick up a new sport in your forties. Or in my case two new sports. My guilt of not participating in any of my husbands top three favorite recreational activities (skiing, tennis and paddle) finally caught up to me, ten years in, and I decided to learn paddle and tennis this Fall. After the first ten minutes of my first tennis lesson I was pouring sweat, red in the face and already needed a sports massage. The second lesson yielded worse tennis and four injuries, including random forearm, shin and finger bruises. First paddle lesson was about how it's the opposite of tennis. And two more injuries.
The things we do for love. (It just occurred to me that I could pass these lessons off as an anniversary gift!) Now I need to run, I have an epsom salt bath waiting.