This year, I picked up tennis for a number of reasons. Chief among them: a realisation that I would always feel a pang of insecurity when confronted with someone who rudely knew how to play tennis, even though I did not. (This impulse has driven me to learn several new languages and sports.) At first, the group lessons were extraordinary fun. I would come home grinning, feeling like a dog finally let off leash to play. However, after a few months, something soured. I noticed […]
Trying Hard: A Questionable Virtue
The Inner Game of Tennis by W. Timothy Gallwey
