This is the morning after bouncing up my record "90 kg clean" off the legs. Johan Edfors and Pelle Edberg beats me badly but I'm on the right track. More bruises are welcomed in my hunt for those guys.
Now, short game afternoon up in the mountains.
90 kg clean (frivändning in Swedish) from the floor. My life is complete;)
When I see this view, I wish I would've already been at Terre Blanche hitting balls but with this workout schedule it's impossible for me to get up before 7.
A whole day there and then straight to the gym again. I hope I don't collapse before that...
There is something really nice about playing tennis. I guess it's because I don't get to play a whole lot. Clay is my favorite but i suck really bad. It's nice to do a sport when you can really laugh about your bad shots. I can't really laugh at a slice into the water on the back nine on sunday...
Nicely smushy. They love watering these courts. As soon as you take a break somebody of the crew guys comes in and start watering. I'm almost thinking about waterproof tennis shoes for next time.
Although I suck, I got myself a good racket. Maybe I'll suck a little less.
Here's the water guy again.
Sweet! They're gone. Now I can really drown this court.
Waking up to a morning like this is just sweetness.
I just had to bring out the putter gear.
There is something very nice about putting on a putting matt. There is no miss or make, just improvement.
Went up to the club.
Hit a few bunker shots. I really love hitting bunker shots. You can do so much in a bunker. Spin it any direction, hit it fat or thin.
I have a hut at my home course Haninge where I used to practice when I was younger. This one is kind of similar.
And it has an awesome view.
Just a really nice day.