OOOooo I play with those too. HoosierDaddy calls them my “titty balls”. 
Now I don’t feel so bad that part of the attraction of getting back into yoga was buying svelt black yoga pants, a sports bra/tank top thing, and a cute snug hoodie.
My tennis raquette in high school was a yellow “Miss Chris” Chris Everett raquette. I was very into yellow in those days. (Ok I still am.)
They’re totally awesome because your man’s never gonna hit one by mistake. Also, I find them easier to find where they ended up (but not as easy as Spongebob.)
These things happen. I still don’t play sports, but I started working out when I was 30 and have become religious about going every workday morning. If I have the day off, then I don’t work out that day, but I don’t take many days off anyway :(.
What amuses me in retrospect is that before I started working out, I detested any kind of exercise or physical activity, which I think was mainly due to being very nearsighted and not being able to play any game involving a ball very well. How can you catch a baseball when you can’t see it? Even seeing a football was difficult for me, and I was too short to be much use in basketball. And individual activities like running, or “jogging” as it used to be called, just seemed a bore. In HS I evaded actual P.E. by being in the “managers’ class”; we were the ones who chalked the fields, laid the bases, and so on.
Later, through college and the rest of my twenties, I would see someone out running, or hear of people going to the gym, and marvel that they were, essentially, forcing themselves to do P.E. When they didn’t have to! Nobody was making them.
Finally for whatever reason I changed my tune, and found that I really liked to work out.
Now I am racking my brain trying to think of other sports where you can wear a cute little skirt.
All I can think of is the caber toss.
Field hockey, of course.
I started lifting weights back in August. Now we have bicycles and ride on Sundays. What’s next?
If you have a lot of money you’re tired of keeping around, golf. 
Lotsa golf year round in central Florida. Fabulous golf. Just sayin’. They got pink balls, you know.
Now I really have to ask you a question. Does your boyfriend have jersey plates on his car?
My husband plays golf and tennis non-stop and now I’m really starting to wonder.
Man, and I thought twenty minutes was a long way to drive to play golf! No, I think your husband’s accent might give him away. 
I did the same thing, a few years back. I was an anti-athlete all through school. I did the bare minimum in PE to scrape out an acceptable grade that wouldn’t pull down my straight A average (PE didn’t count toward your average except as pass-fail, though you did get a grade). I spent most of my childhood and teen years holed up in my room writing stories and reading books. I despised the whole “jock” mentality. I hated watching sports on TV.
And then I took up ice hockey.
Just out of the blue one day about four years ago. I watched some people play, thought “that looks like fun,” and signed up for a beginner class. Did I mention that I could barely skate my way around a rink without falling over backwards?
I still don’t like sports much, but I love playing hockey. I can skate now (still not fantastically, but well enough to hold my own in a beginner-intermediate level game) and I even score goals occasionally! All because I just decided one day that it looked like fun.
What’s even funnier is that the spouse, who served as my “goalie sherpa” for awhile until I decided I sucked at goalie and switched to forward, decided that he thought it looked like fun too (this was after swearing he didn’t want to play) and signed up for a beginner class a couple years after I started to play. These days he’s even more into it than I am, playing in two different leagues to my one.
The cool thing about hockey is that you can play it at any age. There’s a guy on one of the teams in my league who’s in his 70s, and still going strong. I’ve heard of people playing hockey in their 90s. So it has the potential to give me (a committed golf-hater) something to do to stay in shape when I get old.
Call me. I’ll get you guys set up with Taekwondo lessons.
OK, we started off on the back 9, which I prefer because Hole 1 is a Par 3, and I hate starting off without a drive. I hit a great shot, which went about 240 yards, and it went a little right, but stayed on the fairway. It was a straight shot, and not a slice, so I think I may have been lined up a little wrong, and it wasn’t a question of hitting it bad.
The second shot was a little short of the green, and I came back a little too far to the left, but I was aiming left since the bunker is on the right.
My pitch was OK, and I got center green. It didn’t go as far as what I wanted, but I usually have to warm up a little first.
Two-putted, the first overran the hole about 5 ft because the greens were still really fast first thing in the morning. They start to slow down as the sun comes out.
Score on Hole 9, 5 for a boggie. Since I’ve been golfing for only 18 months, and I’d gladly take a boggie on each hole.
Hole 10 . . .
Oh, you didn’t actually want to hear it, I see.
It’s a great sport, or a terrible lifestyle, that’s all I’ve got to say.