I LOVE MY BACKHAND. SO MUCH. IT FEELS AMAZING WHEN I TIME IT PROPERLY AND HIT IT PROPERLY.
I played tennis with some classmates at Lincoln's Inn Fields this afternoon. It was 12 degrees, but bright and sunny and somewhat warm. It was the most I'd perspired while playing tennis this whole time in London (though, even then, I only perspired very, very little). They were all really good and I felt like I was the worst player on court (that was definitely true whenever I had to serve. I hit an underhand second serve and it was actually a fault...I couldn't believe it) but it was awesome nonetheless, especially compared to how frustrating it was playing this Nepalese man I met at the free court near my hall who doesn't have proper strokes and kept moonballing me. I hate moonballs. We played a couple of sets and he moonballed the shit out of me because he knew that I wasn't good at returning those stupid high, pace-less balls. I lost the first set 6-1. I was just all over the place, hitting errors everywhere and being completely retarded in the rallies. I missed a routine forehand because I misjudged the distance and I was so irritated at that that I shouted, "What the fuck!" pretty loudly.
I feel really embarrassed when I berate myself in a vulgar manner out loud on court. Hence, for the second set, I tried to keep my cool and just got on with things regardless of whether I made a stupid error or hit a good shot. I lost, 6-4; but I was so pleased with a couple of amazing backhands I hit.
Today, I had about 3 minutes of freely-flowing hitting when the wind was blowing gently in my direction and I almost felt like I was being carried by the wind, swinging freely on my forehand, timing my backhand to near-perfection. Alas, it didn't last long; after that my forehand completely went off and it was back to my usual struggling again. Still, it was a really fun session.
I walked home from Holborn to Old Street after that. It took about 40 minutes. I was tired and hungry, but I was in the mood to walk, and even though it was chilly and I wore my tennis skirt without any leggings, the weather was too brilliant to resist. It was a great walk.
Now I'm totally knackered and I'm falling asleep, but I really, really have to study.
Also, I'm imposing a clubbing ban on myself until the end of June when my exams are over. I have to seriously get my shit together and start focusing on the only thing that matters right now: my fucking first. This entire LLM thing will be worthless if I failed in my quest for a first.