Haters, I've got a USTA League match tonight. Only lima beans provoke a greater gag reflex.
Put me in a tennis clinic for 5 hours at noon in the Florida heat, and I am happy. But tell me I am playing "for real" and I find myself thinking of ways to pull my own hamstring.
I doff my flop sweat-stained cap to the pros who put themselves through this every week.