Yesterday was a fabulous day! One of my friends is from Toronto (eh?), and belongs to some private club there that has reciprocal privileges with the New York Athletic Club.Â
The New York Athletic Club has a clubhouse in the city, but more importantly, has a clubhouse in Pelham Manor, just outside the city, called Travers Island.
So after procuring some sexy little tennis bloomersÂ from Paragon the other night for under my tennis whites, I hopped on the shuttle yesterday at 9am with a group of girlfriends for a day of sun, fun and tennis.Â
Oh, and it was a good day to bust out my favorite bikini for the season.
The NYAC has a really cool history. It was founded in 1868 as a way to grow and develop amateur sport in the U.S. More than 100 NYAC athletes have won gold medals since then! And yesterday was their Athlete Appreciation Day, and so a huge group of athletes was at the club yesterday, parked on lounge chairs right by us, including one hot little dude with some casual Olympic rings tattooed on the inside of his forearm.
Before discovering running, my athletic drug of choice was tennis. Itâ€™s safe to say I was fully obsessed with the sport from the age of 10 to the age of about 16. Itâ€™s a huge pain in the ass to play in NYC, though, so I donâ€™t play often any more, but I was really excited to hit the courts.
My mom and I exchanged Bailey for my tennis stuff on Friday, and I got seduced by Paragonâ€™s $5/day offer to demo a racquet since the strings in the racquet my mom brought me are pretty loose. I tried out a Babolat AeroPro Team RacquetÂ and really liked it. Back in the day, my favorite racquet was the Wilson Hammer, affectionately known as the skunk. (I just went to Google it, and the description in the first result says it was â€œone of the most popular racquets of the 1990s.â€ SO RETRO.) I asked for a similar racquet to that, and was given the Babolat. Itâ€™s not too light or too heavy, and it doesnâ€™t have one of those oversized heads that made my old coach say I was playing like a grandpa. (My grandpa was pretty kickass though, so not a huge diss.)
ANYWAY. We laid out, we swam, we laughed, we kicked offÂ rosÃ© season, and then we played tennis.
This skirt is from high school, which I consider a major non-scale victory.Â
My friend Karen and I played a set, and she handily beat me 6-2. I was frustrated that I didnâ€™t retain more muscle memory and that most of my points lost were on just totally missing the ball, and points won were based on Karen totally missing, not on either of our skills. I remember back in the day, I had great precision with my shots, but wasnâ€™t always the best runner. I had a friend I played with in high school who did both track and running, and we always joked weâ€™d be the perfect combination of one person; I could place the ball, she could hustle to it. Now, I can hustle to the ball but my racquet forgets to do when it gets there.
But it brought back so many happy memories being out there on the court, with the hot sun beating down, running up and down and back and forth across the court.
Gratuitous â€œtennis teamâ€ photo.
Oh, and the pool wasnâ€™t too shabby, either. Before cleaning up, we practiced our cannonballs. YOLO, or something.
Howâ€™d you celebrate the first day of summer? What was your first athletic love?