A Weekend Challenge Awaits
I am driving to Houston, Texas today ya'll. Yeehaw! This aint no two-stepping barn dance kind of adventure. This is a real challenge against tennis rival Brian D., who has a 5-0 record against me. Everytime I think of my record against him, I am ready to spit fire and crack my knuckles.
Why? Because I am physically in my BEST shape ever. I have been regularly playing at least four tennis matches every week for the last 6 months. My body is now so conditioned, that I can run all day on a tennis court. Hardcore muscles have even sprouted up and down my legs, shoulders and back. I feel like a mean tennis fighting machine loaded with new weapons to unleash on some poor bastard.
My last humiliating defeat to Brian D. was on August 4, 2007. Oh, that match is etched firmly in my mind. I spit every time I think of how dominating I was, then POOF... I lost. I distinctly remember playing strong in the first set, but then huffed and puffed to a disasterous ending. I left the court a whipped puppy searching for answers.
Since this last encounter, many things have changed. Miss Fancy Footwork, Brian D., has since won two championships in our division. This has catapulted him out of our GLTA division and into a higher one for 2008. I'd be lying if I said I am not envious.
I had to do something. So, I joined a doubles league locally where the competitors are fiercer than anything I face in GLTA tournaments. I also upgraded my competition. Yes, I've had to swallow my pride and for the time being become someone else's Whipping Boy. GULP! I will not mention his name so his head wont grow any bigger than it already is.
Why am I exhaustively OCDing in all this tennis like a madman? Because that's the competitor in me. I want to win. I want to be the tennis champion I was born to be. There are upcoming tennis tournaments in Fort Lauderdale (Feb), Austin (March), Orlando (April) and New Orleans (April). This weekend will be the perfect test to see if I am battle ready two months beforehand.
Brian D., I have my can of whoopass opened for you! I smell your fear. It's intoxicating. :)