I get beat all the time. Some days, it doesn't matter who I'm facing on the tennis court. Some days, the only foe that I have on the tennis court is myself. These are the worst days. There's nothing worse than consistently tripping over myself, wallowing in my mistakes. Some days, I just don't move well to the ball. Much of tennis is really preparation. Some days, my limbs and feet just don't work. Some days, I run around the tennis court like a "big blob of flesh." I'm unable to command even my most basic instincts.
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Tuesday, March 24, 2009
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