tennis

I’m a sensitive sort of chap on the whole, my emotional intelligence is of high quality. True.

It seems to me there’s a bit of a malaise around the traps at the moment with work. By “around the traps” I mean myself, Em and Andrew but there are probably more. It probably has to do with coming to work in January, when heaps of people are away and nothing much happens.

You sit around, thumbs a-twiddling, blogging four times a day and desperately hoping for it all to be over.

Sweet, sweet retirement. Andrew has a figure in mind - 12 years - and Em thinks 25 will do it for her.

The sad thing is, by the time Em and I get to retirement age it’ll be somewhere around 85.

It doesn’t apply to me though. I have a premonition I’m going to be one of those people who end up being found rigor-mortified by the side of the tan after an un-timely heart attack, mid-Anderson Street.

In ten years time, look for a body in the bushes opposite that girls school. If it’s a male in his early 40s, that’ll be me. Don’t bother calling the ambulance. Tag me and bag me.

Either that, or I’ll get shot. I always expected to get shot at some time in my life, probably in the thigh. I’m not sure that would kill me.

Enough of this morbid stuff. Moving on…

Tennis
All this retirement speculation would have been completely idle if I had taken up a career as a tennis professional. They have a good life, I tell you. They get paid millions, have heaps of kids running around after them handing them balls and fluffy towels.

I should have been a pro-tennis player. I have the ideal temperament, although it’s a shame about the physique, athleticism and hand-eye-coordination. Oh well.

This all comes to mind as I spent an enjoyable afternoon today at the Kooyong Classic, watching the final. Marat Safin got a big hand, presumably because he’s a bit of a spunk (or so my wife tells me). Marcos Baghdadis got a big hand, presumably because he’s Greek (not sure if he’s a spunk too).

Andy Roddick was a petulant little brat even though he won easily. Perhaps he was upset that someone called him “A-Rod”. How embarrassing.

Gear
I picked up a camelback thing at Anaconda this morning. It wasn’t actually a camelback, just a cheap knock-off, but I don’t mind. I just want to try it out.

Running
No running today, but I have a nice long one mapped out tomorrow. Lots of hills, not much access to water. A good chance to test the dromedary-back, or whatever it’s called.