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. You’ve played hundreds like this.
But deep down, you know: this one matters.
That’s exactly where I am today.
120 points away from 3.1.
A number? Sure.
An illusion? Maybe. 3.1 feels like a promise.
It feels like progress..
It feels like being one solid breath away from touching the bigger dream: Cat. 2.8
And most importantly? It’s what I told myself I’d do this year.
I’m not rowing today. I’m serving for it.
The Final Push
So here we are.
One more breath.
One more point.
One more serve.
Fingers crossed.
Eyes forward.
See you on the courts.
And hey, whatever happens, we go again.
