During a difficult match, I noticed how often I stopped breathing. By focusing on a steady breath cycle, my muscles relaxed and I was able to play better. As in yoga, tonight’s tennis became about observing my breath. And about hitting an exceptionally high number of great shots!
I had recalled the words of my yoga teacher Lilias and aligned with my “witness self,” the part of us that observes with detachment and compassion. Maybe I even stepped into that coveted place in sports called The Zone. In that zone, a “bad” shot didn’t upset me; rather it was just a placement of my body which yielded a result.
However it happened, the results were marvelous. We won 🙂