Personal Narrative: My Life As A Green Tennis Player

I remove my glasses to wipe the thick sweat from my brow. In this small court right now, it is just me, and my opponent. I stare him down as I bounce the green tennis ball on the ground in preparation for a serve. We have been in this match for more than an hour, and the current score is eight to six with him leading. Among the others, this match is probably the longest with a marathon of repeated deuces. My opponent is much more experience, yet I had preserved up to this point. This match is proof that my failures have raised me to be able to stand against the odds. For it was only a month ago when I began playing tennis. In the beginning, I was the most out-of-shape in our team. Never had I lifted any weights; never had I ran a mile in a single run. This was the first sport that I ever participated in high school. The first week hell. It was conditioning week that was meant to prepare our bodies for the upcoming season. Composed of two hours of intense running and body building, I broke down multiple times; I vomited twice. I was told that if I emerge pass it, anything is possible. If it was not for that hellish training, I would not be still standing. My body aches …show more content…
Once again, the ball bounces, and I breathe according to its uniform cadence. The ball stops in my hand and without hesitation I throw it into the air and it greets my racket with a resonant ponk. This time, he is prepared. The green ball launches toward him ruthlessly but he is still able to return it with complementary ponk of his own. I shot it back and we continue to rally for another minute. It becomes a battle of stamina, which brings me to a disadvantage. The ball lands and he scores. The advantage is given to him again. I feel the fence pressing my back as I lean in for support. My body cries to surrender this match but my mind roars for continuance. Another thirty seconds passed and I pace back up to the