I love to see “fresh meat” start their first day of practice.
Whether junior or adult the emotions seem the same- giddy with anticipation, wary, shy, a bit starstruck, and everything in between. I’ve only been playing a little over a year, and am far from an aficionado on anything, but when I watch them wobble around the track nervously, I always wish I could tell them one thing: It’s not going to be what you are expecting.
It will be different, harder, better, but nothing like what you’ve seen or read about.
