After making my last post, I casually asked my mom if she had noticed it, thinking she would love how kindly I spoke of my brother (something that wouldn’t have happened 16 years ago when I asked who his grandparents were going to be because I wasn’t sharing).
“Yes!! And I’m mad about it; you ARE an athlete. I’ll be expecting a new post explaining that,” she prodded.
I sat and thought about it for a second, and I’ve come to the conclusion that she’s right (shocker). While this post is for her, it’s also for me. It’s not fair for me to put myself in a box and say that I’m “not this” and I’m “not that.” Because the truth is, I’ve played competitive tennis my whole life, and that, my friends, is hard work. Waking up at 5 am to get in a few extra hours of training before playing after school with more kids and coaches isn’t a willy-nilly activity. It’s a tough sport, and it requires athleticism.
Right now I’m in a season of life that doesn’t require me to train for a sport every single day, but that doesn’t mean I’m not athletic. I guess I just considered myself on the lower end of the “athletic spectrum” after watching 14 & 15-year-olds strut down the court with more swag than I’ll ever have (and that’s just a plain fact, @mom). But just because basketball isn’t my sport doesn’t mean I’m not athletic, and it doesn’t mean I can’t strive to do or be anything else that I might not consider myself to do or be at this very moment. xx