Actually, tennis and I have a love-hate relationship. Since I was 12, I’ve been trying to hit that little yellow ball over the net as I wish. Often enough, it doesn’t do what I want, and I despair. I’ve sat crying next to the court… But when that little ball does what I want it to do: pure bliss! Then I glide across the court, everything clicks, and the racket is the extension of my arm. And even though these moments pass, they’re worth all the frustration.