So I mentioned on Monday that I watched the French Open on Sunday. What you do not yet know is the role tennis has played in my life over the years.

You see, I come from a family of exceptional tennis players. Exceptionally competitive, that is. Remember the ping pong tournaments? Practice for the courts. Also remember how I mentioned that I do a lot of trash talking in ping pong? Well tennis is a whole ‘nother racket sport entirely, my friends. I don’t even try talking trash, because then you could retort with something like “oh yeah? I bet my baby sister could kick your butt” and you know what, that’s probably an accurate assessment.

I love tennis, but the sport does not come naturally to me. The concept of getting a furry neon ball into a very specific space that is 50 feet away from me and protected by a waist-high barrier, aka “the net” is like asking me to skydive and land on the Empire State Building’s observation deck. Depending on how the wind’s blowing- I’m just never going to hit it. If possible, I like to make sure I have two courts side by side to use, because the person playing against me will probably need to run onto the adjoining court in order to return my shot. I mean, you don’t have to play the “out” balls if you don’t want to, but we’re not going to have many rallies if you insist on being a stickler like that.

Growing up, every Thanksgiving and every Mothers Day weekend we would play a family game of tennis. I am not kidding when I say they had to draw straws to decide who got stuck with me on their team.

Like, just to paint you a mental picture here:

My mom- her net game is famous, her victory dance is legendary.

My dad- a year round tennis/paddle tennis player.

My brother- natural athlete, can pick up a piece of athletic equipment for a sport he’s never played before and dominate.

My sister- at 12 she was playing against boys on the varsity team at my high school.

Me-

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Of course we’d just play for bragging rights, but bragging rights are a big thing in my family. I still haven’t lived down the paddle tournament of ’01 when my hands were too cold to hold the racket properly, which led to a loss of epic proportions for Team Charlotte. Using cold hands as an excuse around my fam is the equivalent of being the 1953 armistice in the eyes of North Korea. It’s invalid.

If you are cold, it simply means you’re not running around the court fast enough. Or so my mom says.

So on my side of the court there’s usually a lot of this:

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And this:

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Aaand this:

ADAM PALLY, ELISHA CUTHBERT

Meanwhile on the other side of the net, there’s this:

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And occasionally this:

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Therefore, I have nothing but total awe and respect for the pro tennis players of the world. It is very hard to do what they do. Unfortunately for all the regular tennis players, I LOVE to play. So you might meet me on a court one day. If that’s the case, I look forward to meting your baby sister.

How do you feel about tennis- yay or nay? Are you good?

Whats your favorite racket sport?

Random question- do you watch the Voice? Did you watch last night?? (I’m so psyched with the results!)

 

Good day blogosphere! How is everyone today? Only one more day until the weekend! Yay!

So, most of you fitness bloggers out there are amazingly athletic. You guys can run far, you can run fast, you can do awesome things while lifting heavy things- and I am so in awe of all of you. You truly inspire me everyday.

However, for people just starting their fitness journey, it can be very intimidating. You’re probably wondering ‘What do I do? Where do I go? What’s the proper workout routine for me?’ And as a fitness blogger, I am here to tell you that if you are searching for the answers to these questions, well, you have come to the wrong blog. HOWEVER, if you want to know how to LOOK the part of an athletic person who knows what they’re doing, that, I can help you with :)

Do read on.

You know the expression, fake it ’til you make it? Well my dears, I’m a big proponent of that phrase. Sometimes feeling like you look the part is all it takes to give you enough confidence to actually BE the part. Trust me, as a person who has had their ups and downs with exercise, and has had to climb the proverbial gym class rope of humiliation on several occasions over the course of my fitness journey, I understand how intimidating it can be to join in with all the super fit kids. It doesn’t come naturally to me either. But with this list, you too will have the confidence to get out there with the athletes in no time.

So, without further ado today’s Great 8 list is:

8 Ways to Trick People into Thinking You’re Athletic

8. Wear sneakers in public. (Add a gym- appropriate outfit complete with spandex and/or drawstring to complete the look, and you’re good to go)

7. Stretch near a track like this:

And like this. It looks like you just finished something pretty epic, workout wise:

6. When you talk, use fitness jargon like “reps”, “quads” and the occasional “I think I pulled a hammy”. If you’re unsure of what the proper lexicon is, just think of the actual term of something, then shorten it. Also, talk in acronyms and use verbs you may have recently heard in a Pitbull song.

5. Carry a yoga mat as you walk around. Are you going to yoga? Coming from yoga? Just carrying it around for fun? Nobody knows! But you look athletic.

4.  I would say wear sweat bands, but hipsters kinda took those and made them their own thing, so instead I’m going with headbands. Whenever I see a person with their hair up and a headband, I assume they just had, or are about to have, a really intense workout and have no time for hair flying in their face.

3. Wear a garmin watch. This is what runners use to keep track of their time and distance. Not for amateurs or slow pokes.

2. Wear a tennis skirt. A tennis skirt is something that nobody in a million years would think you are wearing for fun. It’s too niche. Yoga pants? Sure, everybody wears those. But a tennis skirt? You MUST be athletic. Bonus points for carrying the racket too.

1. And finally, compression socks. Think about every person you have ever seen wearing these- isn’t your first impression always: ‘look out, bad ass athletic person coming through!’ Even if they’re walking, you’re still like, ‘wow I bet that guy just ran a marathon for fun, that involved a mountain, and now he’s just cooling off before doing it again.’ Yup. Compression socks.

Athletes- am I forgetting anything?

If you’re new to working out, what made you start?

Have you been athletic since childhood, or did you have to work at it as a teen/adult?