It is like riding a bicycle….
Even after over 20 years, sort of. With gratitude to my physical strength and muscle memory that got my ass to the the ball and remembered how to stroke and make contact! It felt smooth until I felt my breathing labor and my body tighten. I focused so hard, I forgot to breath until I heard from across the net, “Dara, breathe, you can’t forget to breathe!”. The next exhale released so hard tears rolled down my face with relief (thank god my shades blocked my leaking eye balls