Tennis (or any other physical activity, for that matter) is normally a four-letter word to me. The sweating, running, grunting (or moving, period) is just gross. But the redeeming factor about having to take it is being in this gorgeous setting in Laguna Beach. Can you believe this is November? East Coast, eat your heart out!
Going incognito in glasses and hat
My very peppy tennis partner, Cathie, doing the bunny hop?
Even Charlie looks confused as to why I'm exercising...