I don't come from an athletic family. We are all fairly big and strong, but coordinated is usually not a word applied to anyone even distantly related to me. Nonetheless, I was invited to play tennis by a friend, and we wound up playing two against one (we used to call that Canadian Doubles, but they didn't know the term). Fortunately, they weren't terribly better than I was. Unfortunately, within the first few minutes, I managed a diving... something (I can't come up with a complimentary term, but "fall" might not be far off). Bleeding face, bleeding knee, abraded shoulder - I'm a sight, to be sure. On the other hand, at least I know that I have passed on my sense of coordination. When my wife related my injuries to my daughter on the phone, she didn't express surprise. Instead, she said, "Oh, I hate it when that happens."
Perhaps we should stick to Scrabble. We are all really pretty good at Scrabble, and seldom have serious Scrabble injuries.
Update: Responding to concern from a reader, I am not talking about fitness, as I walk three to four miles at a time, four to five times a week. It is the coordination I lack.
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