Tennis

Earlier it was another fine morning and I had a hit with Alex. I definitely got off to a slow start (read: I was playing absolutely shite) and couldn't seem to get a ball over the net. There was also a period of about five minutes where every single one of Alex's shots was landing on or near the baseline. I don't even know if he knew about this. I was effing and blinding with literally every stroke because I was pinned back about six feet behind the line.

I got a bit better as time went on but there were still some glaring weaknesses in my game...

- Every time I went for a big shot I screwed it up, often badly. There was one drill we did where I had to attack his weak second serves, which culminated in me hitting four consecutive forehands into the net before demanding to change the drill.

- Misjudging the bounce of the ball! This is a really basic requirement for any tennis player and for some reason I failed miserably at this today. Several times I was faced with a completely unchallenging ball, only to majorly overestimate how high and fast the ball would reach me at and end up struggling to hit it before it bounced twice (or most of the time it actually did bounce twice). This resulted in even more cursing. Al, I don't know if you even noticed that but it was REALLY annoying me!!

There you go, a blog entry with nothing to do with alcohol. Just in case anyone is interested in all that though, we're heading to the club later where Megan will be covering for the much-hailed Lucy, and maybe even to Watford again :-S

Bye for now.