Lika’s Log

I’ve been wanting to go play tennis. Been thinking about it all month since I haven’t done it for a year. This morning I went out to da tennis court and played against the wall. I need the serious practice not that I knew what all I was doing in da first place.

I took a tennis class at NSU back in da day, the 80’s. I got an A, I passed. But I don’t remember anything other then I passed and my professor was a college tennis superstar or something or other. I need a lot of work, I need da Tennis 4Lolos book. If I read it then maybe I’ll figure out how kapakahi I am. *L*

So I go out to da tennis court and get the balls outta da can. I learned I can’t hold three balls in one hand. Who has tree(3) balls anyway? I have small hands. LOL That reminds me of an email joke “marry a women with small hands” um’ neva mind, I’m digressing…

Anyway I’m looking at the wall and I’ve never just played against the wall. There has always been a human around you know. So I’m standing there wondering where I should hit the ball from? From where ever I want to, its just me, duh? So I try all the different distances and find a distance I’m comfortable with.

I’m whipping da ball around or more like “ushing” afta all da balls flying here and there. It takes me a while to figure out its about physics and all that mathematical crap I ain’t good at, but basically the harder I hit the harder its going to fly back at me. But I start to get into my groove and I’m thinking I’m all that and every time I get to that point I screw up. It dawns on me that there is no target, I mean usually there’s another person on the other side of the court. Playing against the wall wasn’t as easy as I thought it was going to be. LOL

I was sweating something fierce. Did I tell you guys I’m in Phoenix, at #1’s place. Well I am and if you are ever in Phoenix in the summer; always carry water or you will die. Thats how I feel sometimes. And yes I did have my ice watah. Da bottle of water frozen in da freeza, da one dat COULD cause cancer. What if I all ready have it, do I get more? *L*

It took me a while to get into da swing of it. But I was all proud that I got up, got out and got my exercise. It energized me. It felt even better afta a hot hot shower.

I spent about an hour on the court. I got discouraged with myself cause I know what is right and what is wrong. Ball going ova da wall is way wrong. Being able to volley it moe den a dozen times is way right. Or something to that effect.

I spent time practicing my serve. I got it ova da net and inside da lines. Dats good right? Two outta three serves I was averaging. Two outta tree dat wen ova da net and stayed in da lines. It wasn’t 100 miles per hour but it was ova da net and in da lines, I’m not into speed, just trying to rememba how fo’play yeah.

The sun started to really bear down and that was like a sign to get outta da heat. Hopefully I’ll drag myself back on the court tomorrow morning too.

Then maybe I’ll be able to challenge Anna Kornakova or something. Yeah right. Well she might win on looks but my ass is cuter and moe experienced then hers. LOL

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