Okay, so today I wanted to try something new – “streaking tennis,” which I just made up, meaning hitting the ball against the wall for as long as I can without a break.
First, I grabbed my old racket. It’s been sitting in the garage for like, forever, collecting dust. The grip was all sticky and gross, but I didn’t care. I was on a mission.
Then, I headed to the local park. There’s this big, empty wall next to the basketball courts that’s perfect for this kind of thing. It’s kinda beat up, with some cracks and stuff, but hey, it’s a wall, right?
I started by just gently tapping the ball, getting a feel for it again. It felt weird at first. My arm was like, “What are you doing?!” But I kept going, slowly increasing the power.
- Tap, tap, tap. Easy at first.
- Thump, thump, thump. Started hitting harder.
- Thwack, thwack, thwack! Got into a rhythm!
It was surprisingly tiring! After like, 10 minutes, my arm was burning. My legs were also feeling it from all the little adjustments I was making to keep the ball in play. Who knew hitting a ball against a wall could be such a workout?!
The Real Challenge
The hardest part wasn’t even the physical stuff. It was the mental game. I kept losing focus, thinking about random things, like what I was gonna have for dinner. And every time my mind wandered, BAM! I’d miss. It was so frustrating!
I tried to focus on the ball, the sound it made against the wall, the feel of the racket in my hand. It helped a little, but man, it was tough.
My longest streak? I think I got to like, maybe 50 hits? It’s hard to say for sure, I wasn’t really counting. I was just trying to stay in the zone. But that’s my record for now.
I finished my “streaking tennis,”My arm was * I felt pretty good.
So, yeah, that was my “streaking tennis” adventure. It was fun, kinda silly, and a surprisingly good workout. I might even try it again tomorrow. Maybe I’ll break my record!