Some days I just feel like I want to crawl under the table and cry. Yesterday was one of those. All that training and pushing myself until I nearly black out sometimes and then I go and play stupid tennis and proceed to get bushwhacked 8 games to 1. My own fault, really, because first, I was not using my best shots and then I proceeded to rush to hit winners when a little more patience would have got the same result. Of course, I can take some positives from the experience but what made it really hurt was the fact that I had to continue hanging around the place and pretending like it was all okay...when all I wanted to do was go home and lick my wounds in darkness.
Oh well...there's always next year, I guess...
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