Just concluded the fall men's "3.5" ladder at the Farm. Went 0-5, which sounds bad, but is less bad when you take into account that most of the people I was playing were at least 15 years younger than me and played high school tennis, so were just fundamentally better than me. One of them I had beaten twice last season so he was highly motivated to kick my ass.
Also, there are problems like my second serve, which pretty much sucks. As much tennis as I play, it should be better. The problem is that though I play a lot, I do little of what the people in the self-help industry call "deliberate practice," or consciously working on getting better.
This is a problem in many areas of my life, including writing. I have lots of goals, lots of activities, and do a lot of things but don't really narrow my focus and try to get better at any of them. Except my job and being a good parent, family member, friend, that sort of thing.
So I muddle along and maintain a generally high level of output across a range of domains, much of it uneven.
Gotta hustle over to Graham's now to drop off my e-bike, which he will test ride for a while, before hustling back to host a joint Young Amateur Byzantinist Society/Madonna Fan Club video call.
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