Confession 014
viva forever
I grew up believing women could do anything. Padel has proved to me the Spice Girls were right all along.
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Confession 013
uncoachable, or just marinading?
I listen to the coaching. I understand the coaching. I then step onto court and do the exact opposite.
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Confession 012
perhaps nice guys don't finish last
How a Saturday night in A&E left me questioning whether I even want to play padel again.
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Confession 011
the audacity of the bear.
At first, you’ll play anyone. Anytime. Anywhere. Then one day something shifts. You level up.
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Confession 010
doubles partners.
Dating apps were already testing my patience before padel entered my life. But little did I know the next romantic storyline was just beginning.
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Confession 009
smashing. not spiralling.
How padel quietly became one of the healthiest things in my life
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Confession 008
the tennis traitor.
Tennis gave me confidence, friendships and some of the happiest evenings of my life. But padel gave me something different
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Confession 007
maybe i'm not done having ideas after all.
Launching Addicted to Padel should have felt exciting. Instead, I was paralysed with anxiety
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Confession 006
i got blocked on playtomic.
I thought padel was all lovely people and good vibes. Then Anonymous showed up.
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Confession 005
four countries. one day. questionable judgement.
Because if you’re going to play three padel matches in three countries in one day, why not make it four?
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Confession 004
naturally, it got worse.
A suspicious amount of walking and one emotionally significant ham sandwich.
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Confession 003
seemed like a good idea at the time.
This is where things started getting slightly out of hand.
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