cleaning out parts of my room and throwing some old stuff out. it was time to get rid of all the dusty things i haven’t touched in years and probably will not need again. there’s probably a lot more waiting to be thrown away; i will get around to them eventually. i refuse to throw out my used tennis balls, instead they all are stashed in a big crate where my collection continues to grow.
having tennis withdrawal already even though it hasn’t been that long since i last played. the cold, rainy and cloudy weather as of late makes me feel even more gloomy inside. i don’t want to make myself believe it will only get worse in the next few months and that outdoor tennis will be put on hold. honestly i love vancouver but i am more suited for longer summer seasons where my tan doesn’t fade as easily
shaking off the dusty rackets and bringing my rusty self to burnaby courts this evening. it’s been way too long since i last hit tennis balls hence it took so long to get some of the feeling back, but still far from the level of play it used to be. this is only the start of my tennis season, hoping this summer will be a good one full of hardcourt, squeaky shoes and whacking green balls
mr sun is out, the weather is changing for the better, i want to be out on the hardcourt hitting my green balls. at the same time i know i have to hold off and set my priorities straight for much more pressing issues. no hardcourt, no other sports and minimal dodgeball until i return from nationals. i can’t afford to have any hiccups because i have already committed to compete. i can look forward to having a lot of playing time this summer after competition
feeling the muscle tightness and knots on my legs of what is the after effect of yesterday’s skiing adventures. on the floor rolling it out like there’s no tomorrow, first with the foam roller then with the tennis ball. going up the mountain a few more times would solve the problem of muscle tightness
the large bin filled with my collection of old tennis balls from last season will soon get even bigger. the anticipation and countdown to the start of another tennis season is about to begin. sometimes i miss the hardcourts so dearly i swing my rackets aimlessly around the house and i instantly feel better