My First Blog

Introduction

This is my first blog ever.

I’d like to share all of you my tennis journals in 2016.

I started with playing in the tennis club next to my home. One day, my coach asked me, “Do you want to join the team?”. I was questioning myself at first, can I do it? But it didn’t take me long to say, yes.

Why not? I have been waiting for so long to be able to play tennis. What else can I do with tennis, PLAY THE MATCHES!

I finally joined the team…

The team started practicing and I told myself I was actually not that bad. I could keep up with everyone.


Finally, the first tennis match of my tennis life started, I was so nervous. I was the worse server in my clinic, I didn’t know how to serve at all. When I had to practice my serve, I hated it.

But it was game time, my goal was to win the match no matter what.

I won, I did pretty well for the first time playing the match…. felt good, right….


My coach put me into a singles match every game through out the summer. I actually liked playing singles, because you are on your own and you have no one to blame, except yourself.


Our team got into the district championship. I had to play 2 single matches in one day. That day, I knew I pushed my limit because I wasn’t that good. I didn’t know how to finish the points. I could hit the ball back and not make any mistake, and each match took me 2.5 hours.

I won both matches, but I went home sick for 3 days from muscle fever. But I would do it again if I had the opportunity.


Next, our team got into the sectional, again I played all the single matches and I did my part. I won all of my games.

Yes, we got into nationals game. WOW, I did pretty good for the first year.

My teammates and my coaches were amazing.  We were the team of destiny. It was the best summer experience of my life.


We got to the nationals in Mobile, Alabama.  I won the first day because we played late at night due to the thunder.

The second day, we had to play in 100 degree sun. I had a hard time playing that match. I never played wearing a hat and a pair of sunglasses before. The first set,  I lost  6-1, I couldn’t serve, I couldn’t hit. I felt like I didn’t know how to play tennis at all.

I got so angry at myself, I slammed the towel next to my husband.

He told me, “Cut the Sh** out already”.

That just woke me up. Thanks to my husband.

I told myself I didn’t come to Alabama to lose the game. If the game is not ended, you still always have a chance.

NEVER GIVE UP! That is the word I have been teaching myself all my life. No one will hand you anything, if you want it, you go get it.

I did, I came back to win the second set. We had to play the third set. I was down 2 games, not again, I would have to dig myself out of the hole again. However, I did it, we were at tie break. Again, I was down 5-0, how the heck are you  going to do it I asked myself. Not at 10 points yet, I still have a chance, I told myself. One point at a time and you would win this game, I thought.

6-6, 9-9, 11-11… god, I was about to run out of  breath, but 2 more points, I can do it, I told myself, hitting my thigh to wake myself up. Come on, you can do it and I DID IT. I WON.

Yes, you heard it right, I WON the game. I beat the girl from the winning national team.

I gave a big hug to one of my teammate and told her “I did it”.

I turned to my husband and asked him, “Did I make you proud today?” and he said “Yes”.

That was it. My journey for the summer ended that day.

I was exhausted but so proud of myself.

I am thankful for my teammates and my coaches, without them, I don’t think I would be playing in the nationals.

I have to thank my company, this past decade, they really groomed me into a stronger woman. All the stresses every day from work can actually benefit things in life, just don’t ignore that.


However, my coach challenged me not to play more than 11 minutes per game in the future. I accepted that challenge to improve myself  the best I can. We’ll see, summer 2017, how far can I go.

Thanks for reading my poor writing but it is coming out of my heart.

ME