i miss tennis
01 September 2001 - 2:46 a.m.

I just went up to my room after watching the US Open on cable. Martina Hingis defeated Iva Majoli, 4-6, 6-4, 7-5. It was a good game.

Hmmmm . . .

I miss that.

I used to play tennis. I was good. I was better than most girls I had a chance to play with. Which may be the reason why I was unable to reach my full potential. Nothing pushed me hard enough to strive to excel.

Except myself. And boy, did I push myself!

I miss that.

I miss playing. I miss the blisters in my palm, the sand in my socks. I miss pulled abdominal muscles and worn-out tennis shoes. I miss the energy of youth and the indefatigable attitude that kept me playing all day.

I miss tennis camps and the friends I made there.

I miss it because I know I loved it so much I can't even begin to speak of the regret I felt when I finally admitted that I'd given it up.

I miss it so much that I want to play again.

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