Hot As Hell At Crockett

God, has it really been that long since I last posted on this blog?  Things have been furiously chaotic, and seriously changing.  So I haven't played a lot of tennis lately.

But today I moseyed out to Crockett High to play tennis with a group of folks.  It was 105 degrees.  I remained standing (and running and such) for two hours and I'm not quite sure how.  At some point, I felt like the sun was just going to take me.  I felt weak in the knees, and nausea seemed to grip my whole body.  But for some reason my play improved.

Yes, I was ready to die, and just kept going.  Even though most sane people would have stopped and maybe even gone straight to the hospital.  I just figured that if I died right then on the tennis court, it was the way it should be.  So I kept going, potential heat stroke be damned.

I did get over the worst of it, but decided to throw in the towel after a couple of hours.  I won some, lost some.  Didn't play any singles this time because there were a bunch of people and only a few courts, so it was all either doubles or Australian.