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The 3,5 hrs cleaning on Saturday definitely do count as exercise, though. Sweaty, grubby, occasionally swear-y business, but ultimately worth it. While having a thoroughly deserved cup of coffee and cigarette after finishing, I zapped idly through the cable channels and realized that the Swiss Indoors semi-finals were about to begin in less than thirty minutes. So I decided to postpone showering, have eggs with chili sauce and black coffee instead (I know. I know, but we all do have our dark sides don't we? Not much delights me beyond a cup of lukewarm French-press coffee paired with soft-boiled eggs, some cheese and chili sauce) and watch.
Watch I did, indeed, from 2.30 to past 8 p.m., first Del Potro vs. Roger-Vasselin, and then Federer vs. Pospisil.
So of course I had to see yesterday's final as well, which was Del Potro vs. Federer and, I'm sad to say, which Federer lost.
I wonder who convinced him to go on playing after Wimbledon 2012. It would've been the absolutely best moment for quitting -- back at no.1, with the most prestigious tennis trophy under his belt... Or maybe he's the one who doesn't know how and when best to quit, and he doesn't listen to other people. No idea. Whatever the reason for continuing, he really, really shouldn't have. His ranking has dropped to 6, and even though he's still one of the, if not THE, finest players I've ever seen, at age 32 (and height 6'2'' or 3'' -- that's a pretty important factor in tennis) he simply can't stand up to Del Potro's 6'7'', built like a brick shithouse, too, and 25 years. Or rather, he probably could, but he would've had to win the first two sets right away. As things were, he lost the first and won the second, and 25-year-old stamine triumphed over 32 in the third set. Not by much, but with his height, weight and stature Del Potro's first serves come in at 225 km/h, when he really puts everything he's got behind them, which he did in the third set, and you simply can't afford to lose a fraction of a second, if you want to return them.
Pity. But still, watching great tennis players play great tennis is always an inspiration. And I may have garnered some important insight into the art of serving well -- we'll see the next time I try it.
In completely different, and only very slightly TMI-ish news, I'm seriously considering the advice Janine gave me re. hot flushes. Up till now I didn't really mind them, but now they're getting very, very annoying and unpleasant. During daytime it's... well not really ok, but bearable. But what I'm really beginning to resent, not to say hate with a passion, is waking up twice or three times every night, literally dripping with sweat, and then having to go through the whole rigmarole of "throw back bedclothes, get up, open window, stand at open window till cooled-down, wait till bed cool again, go drink something cold, try going back to sleep".
Janine, however, has been practically symptom-free since she was being bled -- you know, the procedure where they put upside-down, heated cups on certain strategic areas of the body. She says she still feels nauseous just thinking about the sludge that came out of her, but the hot flushes were gone. So I think I'm going to try it -- if it doesn't help, it certainly won't hurt.
Watch I did, indeed, from 2.30 to past 8 p.m., first Del Potro vs. Roger-Vasselin, and then Federer vs. Pospisil.
So of course I had to see yesterday's final as well, which was Del Potro vs. Federer and, I'm sad to say, which Federer lost.
I wonder who convinced him to go on playing after Wimbledon 2012. It would've been the absolutely best moment for quitting -- back at no.1, with the most prestigious tennis trophy under his belt... Or maybe he's the one who doesn't know how and when best to quit, and he doesn't listen to other people. No idea. Whatever the reason for continuing, he really, really shouldn't have. His ranking has dropped to 6, and even though he's still one of the, if not THE, finest players I've ever seen, at age 32 (and height 6'2'' or 3'' -- that's a pretty important factor in tennis) he simply can't stand up to Del Potro's 6'7'', built like a brick shithouse, too, and 25 years. Or rather, he probably could, but he would've had to win the first two sets right away. As things were, he lost the first and won the second, and 25-year-old stamine triumphed over 32 in the third set. Not by much, but with his height, weight and stature Del Potro's first serves come in at 225 km/h, when he really puts everything he's got behind them, which he did in the third set, and you simply can't afford to lose a fraction of a second, if you want to return them.
Pity. But still, watching great tennis players play great tennis is always an inspiration. And I may have garnered some important insight into the art of serving well -- we'll see the next time I try it.
In completely different, and only very slightly TMI-ish news, I'm seriously considering the advice Janine gave me re. hot flushes. Up till now I didn't really mind them, but now they're getting very, very annoying and unpleasant. During daytime it's... well not really ok, but bearable. But what I'm really beginning to resent, not to say hate with a passion, is waking up twice or three times every night, literally dripping with sweat, and then having to go through the whole rigmarole of "throw back bedclothes, get up, open window, stand at open window till cooled-down, wait till bed cool again, go drink something cold, try going back to sleep".
Janine, however, has been practically symptom-free since she was being bled -- you know, the procedure where they put upside-down, heated cups on certain strategic areas of the body. She says she still feels nauseous just thinking about the sludge that came out of her, but the hot flushes were gone. So I think I'm going to try it -- if it doesn't help, it certainly won't hurt.
