I'm not over the hill yet!

I went to the park yesterday on a pleasant afternoon with one and only son.  He went on his bike and I walked and carried the tennis rackets.
I'd already made sure I'd changed into loose trousers and top because I knew it wouldn't take me long to get sweaty.  I'm not one who goes to the gym.  I can think of nothing more boring.  I sometimes go swimming, but I know I'm a bit slow so I hold back the others in the family.  At the beginning they're quite nice and wait for me and encourage me.  But then - and I quite understand it - the novelty wears off and I am left to tootle up and down the pool on my own.  I don't mind - I'm not there to show off - I use it as an exercise to get my shoulders working and to counter any ill-effects of being crouched on a computer. 
I had emotionally relegated myself to being the one in the family who lagged behind when it comes to doing sport.  I would cheerfully whinge (I like a good whinge) that I had no chance to pursue any sporting activities because I'm too busy facilitating everyone else being able to do their sporting acitvities.  My roster for taxi service per week includes football training, cricket training, athletics, and that's before the league fixtures even begin in each sport.  Whatever season it is, it makes no difference. 
My cricketing and football prowess have long been overtaken by one and only son.  I was never any good at athletics and he overtook me when he was three.  I have since consoled myself with the fact that he turned out to be very good at sport and was awarded a sports scholarship to his new school, so how on Earth could I be expected to keep up with him?
However, yesterday afternoon I found there was one sport at which I was still better than him  - tennis.  All that gawping at Wimbledon on the telly in my formative years had given me a good forehand and backhand.  I had never had a tennis lesson in my life, but I'd played plenty against friends. Remarkably, 25 years later I had retained some sort of control and direction and could hit the ball reasonably well.  I was rubbish at the running around the court though.  But my superior stroke play trumped the running around and I won the game.  In his defence, he is too busy playing cricket, football and running to take on board another sport.  I have a sneaking feeling it wouldn't be long before he overtook me if he had a few proper lessons and played now and then.
I shall have to make sure I am always skint if he asks for tennis lessons (won't be difficult).  I shall keep the tennis superiority up my sleeve -  being the best at something for some of the time could be useful psychologically.  Every now and then I shall suggest a game.  I'm not rubbish at everything!