A quick dinner, no dessert, we head up to Marta Domachowska’s room to help keep her nerves in check. Her boyfriend is a Swimming World Champion and he was competing in the semi-finals, trying to retain his title. With Marta sitting quietly, Grandin and I were both getting overly excited for the Polish swimmer, to the point where I would have quite gladly jumped up and down on the bed, but seeing as though it was Marta’s room and her boyfriend, I thought better of it.
Next stop, Cincinnati and Toronto, where I will hope to beat the cut and compete in my first $2 million event. Judging by the great scheduling, the only other tournament being a $25 in Europe, I have a feeling every man and his dog will decide to give it a go, so I could be out of action now until New Haven where I am reunited with Raquel Kops-Jones. With a twinkle in my eye and a renewed plod in my step, I’m finally excited again about my doubles career.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams
I have spread my dreams under your feet
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams