P-A-C-E. Yes, pace. What did you think my favorite 4-letter-word would be? Jeez people, do me a favor and clean your dirty minds out with soap, will ya'? Some runners-up in the fav 4-letter-word category would likely be N-I-K-E (as in: see my adorable new shoes?!?) and let's see -- ok, J-E-E-P (as in: I'm counting down for mine -- a mighty fine bday gift). Sorry, I'm losing my train of thought. (Cast your vote: What color Wrangler should I get? Jeep Green? Sunburnt Orange? Red Rock?) Hey, focus! Back to PACE! Just got home from my singles match with Luis E. whose ground strokes had crazy-amazing pace! Flat, low and super hard. (As in: Holy crap!) I loved it. Love, love, love. To be honest, I was happily surprised that I returned all but a few and kept my return shots from being long. (How very timely that we covered this very topic in today's lesson. The revision in amount of racquet swing worked like a charm.)
I had asked to be matched with a strong 3.0 or newer 3.5 (just for the heck of it) guy. Dr. Luis was my man. I took the first set 6-1, he took the second 2-6, and we tied the 3rd, 3-3 before time ran out. We had a blast and plan to play again next week. Seriously, I must have lost at least 2-3 lbs. in 90 minutes. My pedometer clocked over 4000 steps by the time we were through. (Tonight's match left me dying for a cheeseburger. Yet vigilently I had to take into consideration that I haven't eaten red meat in over 6 months. I am afraid my digestive system would not be very agreeable to this particular food choice. Plus then I start thinking of all my Danish cow friends & viola! -- no more craving. Until the next time. Adding to my confusion, Jim tells me I crave red meat because my body really wants more leafy greens. But I don't understand -- how does my body confuse the two?!?)
In other news, I got the word today that I made it onto HS's USTA Mixed 6.0 Team A. A very exciting development indeed! Our season begins November 1, and team practices begin next week. (Not to mention, the team uniform is super cute. Priorities, you know.)
on that note, tina signing off.
MMmmm. . . . my kind of shoes. Although I'm not sure how they fit with NIKE's "Just Do It" image. Just do what? Are they advocating couch potatoedom? I can see the commercial now. . . the alarm goes off at 5am. Christina jumps out of bed; showers and dresses; goes to the closet to pick out shoes; passes over the tennis shoes and grabs the NIke "mocs". . . camera cuts to Christina happily passed out on the couch at 10am with a Bloody Mary glass dangling from one limp hand. . . see what I mean?
ReplyDeleteOkay, I'm finally reading your blog. Love the short sayings. You are learning to PACE yourself. cheers!
Oh my god, Connie -- you make me laugh.(What I want to know is how did you find out about the Bloody Marys??) I actually thought you might like these shoes. Get a pair and we can be twins, k? NIKE also has a super-fly pair of boots, similiar style, that I know you would love. I think these shoes fit rather nicely into NIKE's evil twin culture where the motto is "Don't Bother". PACE Out. ;-)
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