There’s something sacred about a blank calendar.
Twelve fresh months. 365 chances.
And this time, I’m not tiptoeing in.
I’m stepping in with clear goals, a full heart, and a plan that scares me just enough to make it worth chasing.
2025 is the year of becoming.
Not becoming perfect. Not even becoming great.
But becoming who I know I can be, one step, one match, one drop of sweat at a time.
The Foundation: Fit First
Before the points, before the rankings, before the tournaments, there’s this body.
This 55-year-old body that’s been through life, love, loss, stress, and (thankfully) survival.
After the heart attack last year, I realized something: I don't have time to wait for the “right moment” anymore.
I am the right moment.
So the first pillar of the 2025 plan is FITNESS.
Not just training hard, but training smart.
Every session on the court will be backed by work off the court: strength, mobility, endurance, recovery.
The goal isn’t to look like an athlete.
It’s to feel like one.
To be able to play a third set without the legs giving out.
To jump for that overhead without the ankle screaming.
To serve, sprint, slide—and smile at the end.
The Climb: From 4.1 to 2.8
This year, I’m putting myself out there. No more hiding in practice matches.
The goal is to play 12 or more tournaments in 2025.
Here’s the roadmap:
- 3.5 (April 2025): This is the first milestone. It means consistency. It means not giving away free points. It means taking my spot in the middle of the club ladder, and eyeing the climb.
- 3.3 (June 2025): Here’s where it gets real. This level demands a more complete game. Depth, pace variation, smarter tactics. It’s the zone where matches become more like chess and that excites me.
- 3.1 (November 2025): If I get here, I’ll know I’ve arrived at the doorstep of something big. At 3.1, I’m no longer surprising myself: I’m expecting to perform.
- 2.8 (early 2026): This one is the dream. Not for the number, but for what it means: the comeback kid from Mar del Plata reached the goal.
The Mindset: Play With Purpose
This year, every match I play, I play with purpose.
Not fear. Not desperation.
Purpose.
Even the losses (and there will be plenty) will be fuel.
Each one will show me something I couldn’t see before.
Each one will sand off another rough edge of my game and my ego.
And every win? That’s not a trophy. That’s a confirmation.
That I’m on the path. That the work is working.
The perfect time doesn’t exist.
But this moment? It’s close enough.
This year, I’m chasing something bold.
And I’m doing it with gratitude, joy, and a deep love for the game that shaped me.
If you see me at a tournament, say hi.
If you're lacing up for your own match, I’m cheering for you.
Let’s make 2025 unforgettable.
— Il Tennista, somewhere between 4.1 and 2.8
