Great side story: While playing our booties off a Jeep pulls up, man gets out, stands for quite a while and watches us play. Both of us thought this to be pretty odd, but continued to go about our game. I get up to serve and fault my first attempt. He then cheers on, "Get on top of it Liv"! I stand there puzzled, but again ignore it and take my second serve. It was good and I ended up winning the point. He cheers and then quietly asks B, "Isn't that Olivia?!", we both say "no, it's Kate." He let out a surprised gasp and then chuckled all the way back to his car. We both busted up laughing, yep that's me Olivia! haha
Here we are post match. Sweaty and wind blown! Afterwards I was coerced into playing catch in the field that neighbors the courts. It ended up being a great end to an upbeat game, and I came out unscathed. Typically a session of playing catch lands me with a bruised shin from the darn baseball. I'm making progress!