Every day making my bed
Filtering through the misfiring game some thoughts. Living in a life without meaning as the song of one of my 70s favourites goes…. It’s January stormy windy and wet outside. Difficult to get any rythmn going. Still turning up, chopping wood, carrying
Blank August – not a lot else to say
Post Wimbledon blues – Always like never before
The Tie Break Heart Breaker
One ball at a time
On court. One ball at a time. One ball at a time. The repetition can kill you if you do not keep sight of what you are trying to achieve. In the gym. One repetition at a time. One repetition
Marching on the spot
Played nine, lost nine. Everything fine!
If nothing else played nine, lost nine should have removed any fear of losing. Framing my tennis around my performance and not just hard results, is helping me here. “I wouldn’t be able to cope with that” I am told
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