Percy896's Tennis Forum

x.doublea

Hi, everyone. It's x.doublea again, and sadly, this will be my last blog for now. Nevertheless, I have had a lot of fun doing this, and I will be looking forwards in writing this final blog for you.

I woke up unusually late today, which might be a good thing, for I probably made up for all the sleep I lost on the plane. By late, I mean I woke up at 10:30, usually a time where I'm already hitting the courts. So, realizing that I woke up that late, I immediately got ready, went down stairs for a quick breakfast, and went for the courts, where my coach was already waiting for me. After a short jog, I went to a practice court and just worked on some serves and returns for about 30 minutes. Usually, after, I would play a fun match against a tour member, but since no one had arrived yet, I had to play against my coach again. It's nice to play him, but unfortunately, he's a bit older, and he can't move as well as professionals on the court, so he usually doesn't challenge me. I usually make those lessons as ways to work on things I don't feel as comfortable at doing.

After the match, I found a little weight room at the back of the player's lounge, so I decided to increase a bit of my upper body strength by doing some simple exercises. My fitness trainer doesn't travel with me, so I have to choose which exercises do do on my own.

By the time I was finished, it was already 2 o'clock, so I went to the a small restaurant across from the stadium and I had a plate of spagetti. It wasn't the best, but I was hungry, so it did the job.

I then returned to the hotel to kill time. The hotel happened to have a pool, so I decided to swim a bit. I'm quite a strong swimmer, not anything near professional level, but I'm good enough to be a coach if I wanted to be one.

After I got out and took a shower, I remembered that in two days time, I would be in London and that since I'm a big opera fanatic( Smile

), I decided to call the Royal Opera House of Convent Garden to see whether they had any extra tickets for Day 23's performance of, coincidentally, Tosca. I was thrilled to find out that they had extra tickets (!! and that they haven't had a strike in the company's history), and that I would be able to pick them up at the night of Wimbledon, unless I make it into the later rounds....

I decided just to go down to the hotel restaurant, just because I didn't want to take a long drive into the downtown area again. The hotel restaurant is actually pretty good, considering the prices of the meals. Afterwards, I retired to my room, and began to strategize with my coach on tomorrow's match. I still don't know who I'm playing, but it's always to plan what to do during a match beforehand. I'll probably serve and volley a lot, be aggressive, and take any opportunity I have. Sounds simple, but it's amazing how this simple tactic on grass can do wonders.

So, I'm going to go to the hotel sauna now, and this ends my period as the tour's blogger. Thanks for reading my blogs throughout the past five days, and I will be looking forwards to doing this again. Wink

x.doublea

Covent Garden's Tosca in 1964

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