I could not hit forehands just. Whyyyyy. Ugh. Frustrating asf. Let's see joining my building group for tennis too, I can atleast get there early morning sometimes. No mo sun for me ๐ฌ
I really wish to be really good tbh. That'll be so nice once I break that threshold. Looking forward to getting better. My movement is a lot more flexible now. It's so difficult to switch from running to this start and stop thing. I'd snuck a peek at this fellow also a while back and kept seeing his legs like a creep ๐คฃ๐คฃ. He is so cat like just shuffle shuffle. But yeah. Following some coaches also. It's soooo interesting tbh. And my backhands were absolutely on point today like such fire omggg. I loved that smooth sailing curvy shot smaaaack on the line. ๐ฅ
Maaan. I'm happy rn. Just smiling to myself thinking of racquet swings. I wish I had stuck to tennis throughout adulthood tbh. Oh well. Bettah late than nevaaa! How would shakespeare say it?
Hark! Though the dial count the lagging day,
And tardy foot doth mock the punctual sun,
Yet better late than leave the deed undone.
For never-coming brings a bootless gray,
Whilst tardy bloom outshines the tomb of day.
Hahahah. Bootless gray. Lmao. This grudging respect I feel for this bard I have mocked for his floral language is pinching me a Lil bit.
Those were simpler times, when I could pretend his verbosity was like an overly iced cake. Unnecessarily elaborate. But alas, it is I that was the fool. And gladly I wear my dunce cap now. ๐งข
Oh and I have to wash my cap also it smells yuckky. ๐คฎ


