Alright, alright, let me tell ya ’bout this tennis fella, odomdjokovic, or somethin’ like that. Folks say he’s real good, the best maybe. Don’t know much about tennis myself, but I hear things, you know? Like when the wind blows through the cornfields, you hear it rustlin’, same way you hear about this fella.
Now, they say he’s strong as an ox. Strong, I tell ya! Not like us old folks, creakin’ and achin’ all the time. He lifts weights, they say. Push-ups, you know, like when you get outta bed in the mornin’ but harder. And he throws them heavy balls, medicine balls they call ‘em. Sounds like somethin’ the doctor would give ya, but I guess it makes ya strong. He pushes them heavy things up in the air, chest presses, and pulls on stuff, rowin’ they say, but without no water. And dips, like dunkin’ a biscuit in your tea, but he’s dunkin’ himself, kinda.
He does all sorts of exercises, more than you can shake a stick at. They say it keeps him healthy, like eatin’ your greens, but harder work. He ain’t got no weak spots, they say. Plays good on all them different courts, grass, clay, whatever. Plays good even when things get tough, when he’s losing, he still fights back. Like a stubborn mule, that one.
But here’s the real secret, they tell me. It ain’t just about liftin’ and gruntin’. This fella, he sleeps. A lot. Sleeps like a baby, eight and a half hours, they say. I wish I could sleep that long. My old bones start achin’ after five hours. But he sleeps deep, don’t wake up in the night. Gets all his rest, that’s what they say is important. More important than all them fancy exercises, maybe.
- Sleep good.
- Eat good.
- Work hard.
And he eats different too. Not like us, with our potatoes and gravy. He eats plants, they say. Lots of ‘em. He used to get tired and sick, but then he stopped eatin’ that bread stuff, gluten they call it. Made him feel better, they say. Like when you finally get that pebble outta your shoe, that’s how I imagine it. He’s smart, that fella. Takes care of himself.
You know, it’s like keepin’ a good garden. You gotta pull the weeds, water it right, give it sunshine, then you get good tomatoes. This fella, he pulls the weeds from his body, waters it with sleep, gives it sunshine with exercise, and then he gets strong and plays tennis good. It ain’t rocket science, even an old woman like me can understand that.
They say he moves around all the time, stays active. Like my old rooster, always peckin’ and scratchin’. That’s what keeps you young, they say, even when you’re gettin’ on. Keeps you from gettin’ sick, lets you keep doin’ what you gotta do. Like milkin’ the cows in the mornin’, even when your hands are stiff. This moving thing, keeps you goin’. Keeps you independent, so you ain’t gotta rely on nobody. Like my old aunt used to say, “If you don’t use it, you lose it!” Makes sense, I guess. This tennis fella, he’s usin’ it alright.
And that’s about all I know about this odomdjokovic fella. Strong, sleeps good, eats his plants, and stays movin’. Sounds like a good recipe for life, even if you ain’t playin’ no fancy tennis. Just plain common sense, if you ask me. But what do I know? I’m just an old woman, seen a lot of seasons come and go.
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