Watching the world’s best is bad for my tennis. Perfection unreachable. Every year – Always like never before, mind the gap between the professional and the wanna be. Thurs after Wimbledon. Third time back on court. Maybe it’s the coaching
There is room for optimism If February was all about getting back to competition and preparing for the season ahead. March has been like sitting in a draughty wet waiting room waiting for a delayed train to arrive. Yes, there
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
Queing post match for refreshments. The person serving is very cheery. In passing she says in a surprised tone “There’s even someone here who travelled all the way from Newquay!” My craziness exposed, I admit that I am the culprit. If I
Running knows it is doing a fine job in keeping the motivational fires burning while tennis is taking its seasonal break. Rain lashes the windows, driven by the gusting wind, seemingly without pause this past week. It’s not the weather
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