- The tennis academy is well and truly back, Cate. Whoop whoop.
- Thanks Marsia. I hope so too.
- Yeah, that young lady was very impressive, Liza.
Well, good news! I finally went for my swim this evening.
I felt very, very cross and down after work. The day went fine, I just get like that sometimes. I'm just really lonely at the moment. If I could analyse the root cause, I think that's it. Anyway, I came home and just went to bed.
I did sleep though and while I did manage to power through after that night of drinking on Friday, I was very, very tired yesterday and had another longish drive and a match to play (we lost). So I probably did need a rest. I slept till about 7, then got up, packed my gear and headed to the pool. I didn't feel like going, I really forced myself out the door and into the car.
Anyway, I told myself I only had to do 20 laps, but I got into it and did the full 50 (which is my usual goal). I felt miles better after the swim. I felt strong and confident again. I mean, that feeling has dissipated since I've got home but at least I felt like that for half an hour anyway!! It was probably really good to go for a swim after all the matches at the weekend. I spent 15 minutes in the jacuzzi afterwards, then a short stint in the steam room, showered and came back home.
The nice thing about going for a swim is that it takes up loads and loads of time, so when you're feeling as bad about yourself as I am right now and hating your own company, it's a nice distraction until you have to go to sleep again. I'm just really sick of myself right now. It's interesting, one of the tennis ladies texted me tonight to wish me luck in my match tomorrow and said she was sure we'd have no problem. I replied that I wished I had her confidence and she texted back that she's pretty sure I have bucketloads more confidence than her. I guess I put on a good show? I don't know. Anyway, it kind of gave me a boost.
Hectic day tomorrow, which should keep the dark thoughts at bay. And no wine for the third day in a row!
One more thing - I had an awful dream this morning that I was trapped in a house where all the walls and carpets were red and orange. I couldn't escape, just wandering around corridor after corridor. I had the thought at one point, 'Oh no, have I died?' Anyway, I woke up then, thank God. Any dream psychoanalysts on the forum? What does it all mean?
I also found a new one from Paul McCartney today that I absolutely love and it kind of sums up where I am right now. What a genius songwriter he is. Love him.