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Mistress Marilyn's POV
No shit, Tempus Fugit!
Tennis, sunshine, hamburgers and whatever . . . 
7th-Jul-2007 10:10 pm
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I hit with Mitch for a couple of hours today (although we sat a lot, using the chairs we got at Walmart last summer). I was really trying to pay attention to basics, but I got too tired too fast and it was hard to concentrate. I think I got a little sunburned.

Fitness is certainly an issue right now. Man, I need to concentrate on that.

So, Roger and Rafa are back in the final tomorrow. No matter how screwed up the tournament got, it ended up the same. I wonder how many finals Rafa will have to make before Wimbledon shows him any respect. If I remember how it was with Andre (and even Bjorn!), it actually takes a title. Being #2 in the world isn't enough.

If I were Djokovic, I would have had to be carried off the court before I'd default in the semis of Wimbledon. That really makes me want to bitchslap the cutie. (Infected blister! Whatever.) What a whiner. I still remember Bjorn using some kind of freezing spray on his stomach muscle all through Wimbledon. What if you never make it this far again? Just because you're 20, there's no guarantee.

Guess I'll play a little more Zuma!
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9th-Jul-2007 01:40 pm (UTC)
Getting a 'workout' just isn't the same as working round the clock. You'll be in shape in no time and feeling good about it all!
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