Matters Close to the Heart

R-O-A-R!

About to join yet another padel tournament, I thought it was apt that I did a quick recap of the last one.

For the first time ever, I joined the Women’s Beginner, whilst my husband competed in both the Men’s and Mixed Beginner. Though my partner and I didn’t progress past the Quarter Finals’ round, my no-stranger-to-tournament husband proceeded to win back-to-back championship in both categories he competed in.

At national level, the tournament was well documented in pictures. Starting with the customary pre-match snaps of flashing your most amicable smile as you stood side-by-side with your opponents – made more genuine when said so-called opponents were your good friends, the abundance of action shots ranged from the laser-focussed look painted on your face as you wait to receive a serve to flaunting appropriate body formations as you prepare yourself to execute bandeja/chiquita/vibora.

During the finals of the Mixed Beginner, however, the photographer managed to capture this raw emotions of my husband and his mixed double partner.

Posted solely on his IG story, the raw emotions displayed on both their faces – captured at the precise moment the ball was still bouncing slightly off the ground – was nothing short of special, and truly remarkable.

Starting as a chance match play one Friday night when my husband (and I) just started ‘padelling’ (yes… that’s a word!), the chemistry between him and his now mixed double partner was a) almost instantaneous; and b) undeniable. Of similar levels and skills, their movements in court grew more in sync with each match play. Tipping more towards the extrovert side, they fed off one another’s overflowing positive energy – on and off the court. In short, having forged and nurtured a powerful bond of friendship-slash partnership, competing in the Philippine Open tournament seemed to be the most natural next step.

With so much adrenaline and focus coursing through your veins, it was impossible to recall every. single. detail of every. single. game; more as players, but also as spectators. As Roger Federer stated in his commencement speech to the Class of 2024 Dartmouth graduates,

When you’re playing a point, it is the most important thing in the world.

But when it’s behind you, it’s behind you. This mindset is really crucial, because it frees you to fully commit to the next point… and the next one after that…

Sure, there are certain details that had become permanently embedded in your brain, you could simply – and vividly – recall them at any given moment, even without having to refer to the footage you’ve recorded and permanently saved on your smartphone. Seasoned tournament participants, both my husband and his double partner for the Men’s Beginner choked on their first-ever match, trailing 4-0 on the first set before they could shake their jitters off, take back the first set and subsequently winning the second. You remember perspiring as you watched a nail-biting third-setter game ending in an equally intense, neck-to-neck tie break before the whole place erupted as your friends won the semi-finals. A return delivered so fast and powerfully would have knocked an opponent right on his stomach (or lower!) had he been too slow in putting his racket up to block the ball. Or a cross court smash aimed so beautifully the ball simply whizzed past the opponent’s unguarded side.

Having witnessed my husband and his mixed double partner celebrated little victories as a way to further motivate one another throughout any match, seeing the picture above was perhaps not only warranted, but also to be expected. Completely uncoreographed (and practically impossible to ever be replicated again!), neither my husband, his partner, nor myself could pinpoint which part of the game warranted such R-O-A-R. Perhaps, they were celebrating a win after ‘cooking the shot’ to perfection. Or maybe they were relieved that the opponent hit the ball out after a long and intense rally. For all our fuzzy minds could recall, they could simply be celebrating an oh-so-beautifully-executed switch, for my husband and his mixed double partner usually occupied the opposite ends of the court. But, for all the utter jubilation exuding out of both their faces, one would never contest this could as well be the moment they won that oh-so-pivotal championship point (even if in reality, they were occupying the other side of the court)!

And A Dog, Matters Close to the Heart

The Seemingly Unattainable Dream (January: At A Glance… Part 2)

With my husband as my double partner, we participated in the Mixed Beginners’ tournament.

The club decided to hold the preliminary rounds at the outside courts to (and I quote) “make the most of the cool January breeze.” Well and good in theory, said breeze was non-existent during the night of our preliminary round. Dripping sweat less than five minutes into the warm-up, my husband actually stopped us, stating “we don’t want to run out of energy before our first official match!” as we stepped out of the court.

Lasting a total of four days, the quarter finals and subsequent rounds started at 9 in the morning. A pair of night owls usually going to bed way past midnight and getting up no earlier than 10(!), even the dog protested as she burrowed back straight under the blanket, equally unimpressed with the early wake-up call!

The face says it all…

I stumbled upon one of those shorts’/reels once (and for the life of me couldn’t find it again since) stating something along the lines of “Padel: the only sport in which friends become enemies for 90 minutes (or however long the match play lasts).” Though I didn’t go that far, there was a degree of truths in the sentiment as my husband and I competed against those whom we had befriended during a club’s gathering, and had played numerous matches socially since (Armie and Don during the preliminary round, Liza and Joseph in the semi-finals). Below were official photos taken prior to every match; before we had to shed a large portion of our amicability towards one another as we stepped onto the court and put our serious ‘game faces’ on, concentrating solely on playing our best.

For quite some time now, snippets of podcast and movies I have listened to and watched had a single, underlying theme; that of aspirations we dare to set, and the voices – both internal and external – that might hinder us from keeping said aspiration alive, let alone setting the habits to support it.
To this day, a segment of ‘That Was Us’ podcast that continued to resonate within was when three of the stars of the series ‘This Is Us’ discussed about guarding vs sharing your dreams with those dearest and closest to them. Watch the snippet here.
In ‘Deadpool & Wolverine’ movie (warning: a minuscule spoiler coming, but hardly a jaw-dropping surprise for those whom had been following the film series), Happy Hogan told Wade Wilson to “find his place” when Wade believed his wish to be recruited and be part of ‘The Avengers’ had finally come true.
One of the things that continued to move me from watching the movie adaptation of ‘Wicked’ was the song ‘I’m Not That Girl’. With lyrics such as ‘Don’t dream too far/Don’t lose sight of who you are/Don’t remember that rush of joy’ and ‘Don’t wish, don’t start/Wishing only wounds the heart’, the whole notion that someone needs to squash her growing feelings for a certain boy largely because she isn’t of a certain standard/appearance breaks my heart every time I hear it.

With this in mind, my one and only goal for the tournament was quite simple; to not completely suck😆! Adopting James Clear‘s idea of turning goals into systems from his #1 New York Times’ bestseller author of ‘Atomic Habits’ (which involves identifying the goals you want to achieve, breaking the goals into smaller habits, and repeating the daily habits over time to create a system), I/we:

  1. Focussed solely on each of the three one-setter matches held for the qualifying rounds, and nothing further;
  2. Try our hardest not to have a ‘0’ score; and
  3. Try our very best not to lose all three one-setter games.

Said goal/habits/system had to be adjusted when we reached quarter-finals; when the one-setter turned into proper best two out of three sets with the third set being a super tie-breaker. Usually performing better the longer we play and knowing that a lost first set could be redeemed in the second (and subsequent sets) during a 90-minute/2-hour social match plays, we were conscious of preserving our energy for subsequent matches and tried our very best to not go into a third tie-breaker set; a goal we managed to sustain until we reached the semis!

This goal changed significantly when we lost in the semi-finals, but still had a chance to compete one last time for third place. Fuelled with an overwhelming desire to achieve the seemingly unattainable dream now within our grasp, we coated our overall “let’s play our best and try to avoid the tie-breaker set” philosophy with a thick and impenetrable dose of determination and enthusiasm!

Standing at the podium to receive our 2nd runner-up medals

Our immense thanks to Play Padel for hosting this tournament, and to those community members whom have cheered us on; your ‘Vamos 💪🏼💪🏼’ (let’s go!!!!) messages, conveyed either in-person or through messages, have helped boosted our confidence and morale throughout, and beyond this tournament.

Life Post-Tournament
Whilst I am in no hurry to enter another tournament, participating in one had given me valuable insights about myself, the most prominent being that I actually thrive under pressure (when the ball is coming right at you and you have to keep it in play otherwise you lose the point for your team, you just have to try to hit it any way you can, hoping that even your miss-hit would carry enough power and precision to a) get the ball over the net; and b) not hit any of the outbound areas!).

Now proudly hanging on our wall, the medals serve as a constant reminder that I belong in this sport, and that there are still so many things to learn and master. Like multivitamins you take every morning to keep you feel energised, it gives me an extra boost of confidence to play my best game every time I step into the court, regardless of whether my opponents are friends I have regularly played with, or those I have thus far only greeted in passing.

Matters Close to the Heart

January: At A Glance…

In the blink of an eye, January had come and gone. In a nutshell, the month that was had been unsuspecting, though far from the foreboding kind.

Just as echoes of Christmas and New Year celebrations fizzled out and I was gearing myself up to once again embrace the daily routine, whispers of a Mixed Tournament held by the padel club my husband and I have become regulars of grew louder and stronger.

Allow me to digress to give context to the story.

We first encountered a padel club whilst strolling through an upper-class neighbourhood not too far from where we are currently living. Amused by the picture of funny-looking rackets but remaining discouraged by the name (thinking that the word padel, similar to paddle, meant it involved rowing boats), we continued walking past and never thought about said sport ever again.

Until one night in early October last year when my husband stumbled upon a snippet of people playing padel on YouTube and discovered it was a racket sport similar to tennis (in which both my husband and I had played recreationally in the past) and squash (a sport my husband had excelled in when he was young). Further discovering that there was a padel court within walking distance from our place, we decided to check it out, trial a game… and have never. looked. back. since!

Now… those who knew me well would attest that I had never been sports-inclined, nor ever been invested enough to spend any considerable time or energy to excel in one. Though I have quickly become addicted to this particular sport, having only been playing for three short months, I was of the firm opinion that I was nowhere near ready to join a tournament, even at the lowest level.

My husband, however, tried his darndest to convince me otherwise. Swayed by his most prominent argument of gaining a lot of unforgettable experiences, I signed up for my first-ever sports’ tournament!

Stay tuned for the next instalment where I will share some highlights.