I have always loved tennis. And shall continue to.
Even when..
I knew I could give my best, but didn't.
I desperately wanted to give my best, but couldn't.
I was made to do 5 extra sprints.
I was shouted at for my laid-back attitude.
I got blisters.
I was forced not to have long nails.
I complained about the heat/cold and cramps
I had to stay till late for practice.
I had to wait for 8 hours for my match.
I had to play a match at 1 AM, 2 AM, 4AM, and report at 6AM.
I injured my wrist(minor injury) and my ankle (major injury)
I was advised by the doctor not to practice for one week, but I still did.
I had to practice at 7.30 AM on Sundays while all my friends were sleeping
I had to cancel my plans with friends/family only because I couldn't miss my practice session.
I have to change my tennis shoes every month (that's a good point, actually. Shopping excites me:P)
I have tanlines on my ankles, feet, arms, legs.
I threw my racket out of disgust and manged never to break it
I swelled with pride each time I won a match and went into a shell after I lost one.
I saw the pain in the eyes of my teammates when I lost a match.
I was down in the first set, but still managed to win the match.
I disappointed everybody by losing an easy match.
I've loved tennis even when all I was asked about at family gatherings was, "How's tennis going?"
I have loved each and every bit of that game. It is THE BEST thing that could ever happen to mankind. I can go on and on writing about why and how much I love tennis. It is and always will be my first and foremost love. No matter what the world says, I have undying love for this beautiful game. . .true story.
Tennis is special for me.
It always has been.
And always will be.
:')
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