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The Winding Road to 2.8

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Starting Over (Again) in 2026

Here we go again. 2026 has just begun, and I find myself once more at the starting line after a big, necessary pause. Funny how finishing the 2025 season didn’t feel like a wrap, but more like a reset...

23 Jan 2026

The season is over. What a season!

Let’s get started from the end. If I had to shout one thing to summarize everything I’ve been through this year, it would be: What a season! Back in January, I kicked things off as a 4.1. Now, as the ...

24 Nov 2025

Out of Silence, onto the court again.

It took me more than a month to sit down and write this post. Why? Well… because it was a painful stretch. Four matches. Three losses. One win that felt more like a lucky escape than a real triumph. N...

28 Oct 2025

120 Points away from 3.1

There’s this feeling. You’re up 6–3, 5–3. You’re serving for the match. And suddenly, everything feels… heavy. The ball. The racket. Your legs. Your breath. You tell yourself it’s just another game. Y...

2 Sept 2025

Tavernola, again: La Cuarta… Peor.

There’s a saying in Spanish: La tercera es la vencida. Third time’s the charm. Well… not this time. Not even close. Tavernola again. And again, second round exit. This place is starting to feel like o...

31 Aug 2025

The Power of Showing Up

Climbing the rankings so quickly has created a bit of surprise around me. Honestly, on paper, it looks very simple . In the real world? Not so much. If I had to explain it to myself like teaching a le...

18 Aug 2025

Quid Pro Quo

Olginate. A tiny club tucked between the hills and the lake, with quick courts that feel like they demand answers you’re not always ready to give. Another tournament, another step. And yet, this one s...

14 Aug 2025

The Curse of Tavernola (Or Maybe Just a Reminder in Disguise)

Tavernola… oh, Tavernola. There’s something about that place that doesn’t sit well with my tennis. Maybe it's the highway, maybe the shadows on the court, or maybe it’s just la maldición de Tavernola ...

20 Jul 2025

No Preparation with Earned Luck.

Oggiono tournment gave me the 3.2. Ironically… not bad at all, considering how little care I gave to this tournament. No special prep. No plan. No sharp focus. Just a name on the draw and a heart that...

25 Jun 2025

Father and Son and the Art of Losing

There’s a certain kind of match that doesn’t just end when the last ball is struck. It lingers. It echoes. It becomes something more than just a result on a drawsheet. Yesterday, I had one of those ma...

22 May 2025

Getting out from my comfort zone

It took me a little while to talk about the last match I played. Not because it hurt. Not because I was disappointed. But because I needed to understand . Two hours of tennis. A decisive tie break. 3-...

15 May 2025

The Companion Called Pain

There’s something that quietly, relentlessly, has become part of my journey back into tennis. Pain. Not the acute kind that stops you in your tracks. No, this one is more subtle, more insistent. A bac...

14 May 2025

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