SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 14, 2009
It was a great start to the year I got to the quarterfinals of singles and the finals of doubles at a 25k in Laguna Niguel California. I was not sure it was going to be such a great start because the week leading up to the tournament was spent admiring our new president and attending the many functions that were held in his name. Needless to say I did not get much sleep which is not good for ones tennis game.
I was especially weary of this week because I think I was seeded 2nd in the qualies. Now I am starting to tread into territory that I don’t like. There is a giant target on my back I much prefer to be the underdog. This was clearly evident in my first qualies match. She had nothing to lose and she played like it. She swung from the hip and for the first time in that scenario I was not nervous. It just took me set to get back in the rhythm of playing matches again. It had been a few weeks since I have played my last competitive match. In the end I won the match 7-5, 4-6, 6-3.
Unfortunately we had to play two matches in one day and I had to face another tough opponent next round of qualies. I had a very quick lunch and I was back out on court. I played a girl name Paula Zabala who used to be considered a “push” and back in the day I would had a tough time playing her. However, she drastically changed her game to one that suited my games style better. She is no longer a “push.” She looks to put people under pressure with time pressure. I made very few unforced errors and I may have been in the “zone”. I won 6-0, 6-2, but the score was not indicative of the quality of play.
Next day I woke up I was so sore I could barely move, our warm up was cut short. I knew I had to give it my all that day. The girl I played is an upcoming star. She works very hard, has a level of maturity that is usually not found in people her age, and she did very well in the tournament in India. I won 7-6, 7-5 in this case the score was indicative of the level of play. Normally at some point during a match I like to take a break. I take a mental vacation; my focus temporarily is some where else. As soon as I step on court it was clear to me that I wasn’t going to be able to that. If I gave this girl an inch she would take a mile. But I wanted to win. I wanted it badly and despite the fact that my body may have not been in tip top shape my mind was sharp. I fought the whole way through and it paid off.
Before I left the club I grabbed a copy of the main draw to see who I played. I remember being so happy when I saw the draw. I was going to play the third seed Sandra Zahlavova. If the name sounds familiar that is because I played her in the semifinals of India. I love revenge matches! Natasha used to say that she was more comfortable watching me play someone that I have already lost to in stead of someone new. It is rare that I lose to the same person twice, but this was even more special. There was a certain level of tenacity that was present in my game on that day. Instead of letting up while she cried I tighten my grip. I knew her dirty tactics and I was not going to fall for them this time!
Kevin watched my next opponent Liana-Gabriela Ungur play Lauren Albanese. She made no unforced errors and look as solid as gold. However, when she got on court with me it seemed like all of that had changed. I don’t give people the pace that they are used to and some times that throws them off. I was cruising. I won the first set at love. She took a medical time out and then everything came to a screeching halt. I couldn’t make a ball in the court. I went from 100 to 0 in the matter of minutes. I began to panic and then my biggest weapon—my feet—were lost. I lost the second set at love. It felt like it only took 10 minutes!
Now we were neck and neck two nervous ninnies. At this point in the match the looming question was who is going to get there act together in time to salvage the match? I can’t say that it was salvaged at all. I had to resort to handy tool of dig, run and pump my fist. Against girls who are mentally unstable it will work, but as I continue to climb my way up at the higher levels my bag of tricks turn into a disaster pack.
My quarterfinal match was against a girl named Chanelle Scheepers. She had just quailed for the Aussie Open and during the warm up I was having trouble handling her ball. The warm up and the thought of her qualifying for the open freaked me out. It triggered a belief that I could not win my match. I lost the match 6-4, 6-1. This was not for lack of fight or desire to win. But once your mind has made up that you can’t win it is extremely hard to win that mental battle. I have to stay one step ahead of my mind, because mine likes to play tricks on me. I could have won that match and she gave me chances, but I didn’t take them because my mind had already defeated itself.
Doubles was a spectacle in California. I played with a girl named Laura Siegemund from Germany. She is a fire cracker and would yell something that vaguely resembled “Come on YETS.” She would look at our opponents and scream this right in their face. The first couple times she did this I didn’t know if I should laugh or run off the court for fear that she would bite my head off! In the end I got used to it and tried to use it to our advantage.
Our draw was filled with people that I had already lost to. Like I said I hate losing to one person twice! Our first round match was against Fusano and Haynes. Audra and I lost to Fusano and Glatch in San Diego and that was by far the worse match that I had played. And over my dead body was I going to lose to either of them again! Thank god I played both of them that tournament. We played Glatch and Gradin in the semifinals and I played the best all round doubles that I have played since I turned pro.
But the most important match was our quarterfinal match. That was a college revenge match. We played Riza Zalameda and Anne Yelsey. Kat and I lost to Riza in NCAA in 2008. She put a halt to the unfinished business that Kat and I left unfinished! But it was my turn to shine. It was a nail biting match they we up, then we were up, but in the end we won 10-8 in the third set tie breaker.
The finals match should have been ours. I had a sitter overhead in the third set breaker that I should have put away and I didn’t. It haunted me for the next few days, but I am working on not trying to beat myself up any more. I guess I am scared of getting more complacent that I already am. I figure if I stay on top of myself I won’t let up. In order for it to be healthy I have to find a balance—once that I appreciate the progress that I have made and continue to make while still striving for more.
And with that we were off to Thailand to play my first WTA event. After a full 31 hours of travel we arrived in Chiang Mai. This is where Kevin’s father, uncle, aunt and two cousins live. We had the pleasure of spending a fun filled day with them before we headed to Pattaya for the tournament.
His family is truly something special. Anyone who knows me knows how close I am to my family. The way that I was brought up is that family is first. My mom has always dreamt about building a compound where she and all of her daughters could live. A place where we could all live separately but together. When I arrived in Chiang Mai I didn’t know that I was going to see my mother’s dream in rear life. I was speechless and almost brought to tears when I saw my mom’s dream in the making!
What was also really great to me was the fact that everything was done as a family. Kevin and I had to practice, everyone came with us! We went to visit the compound, everyone came with us. We went to Starbucks, everyone came with us. I got the feeling that this is just the way things worked here. They did everything as a family which I thought was pretty neat.
We did one more thing as a family. When we arrived all of them kept talking about a monk. The monk said this the monk blessed that. Kevin and I were thinking what is up with the monk!?!?!?!?!?!? A close friend of theirs is a monk. He is one of 3 monks who has been anointed by the king. All of you who know me, know that because of my mom’s influence I have a desire to expand and explore my own spirituality. I don’t know much about Buddhism or any other organized religion for that matter, but I can feel when someone energy resonated with mine.
Anyway I was allowed the amazing opportunity to meet this very special monk. I don’t know if I can describe to you how it felt, but it was one of the most profound moments in my life. There was a certain level of serenity in the room. I got the feeling that he could see right through me which was an exhilarating felling. I didn’t fell like I had anything to hide or anything be ashamed of as he peered into my soul. I almost got the feeling like he was telling me that I am doing the right thing, that I am on the right path. Mind you none of these words came out of his mouth—he doesn’t speak a lick of English—but I felt like that is what he was saying to me. He was quite taken aback by the fact that I am so small, but so strong. Who know what that means!
Tennis was not the highlight of the trip… I got sick (cold sick) on the day that I had to play and it was not pretty. The girl was good and I didn’t have the energy to fight the way that I needed to prevail. Given my limitation I thought I played as well as I could have. After the match I went to the room and dozed on and off for 5 hours until retired at 9pm and slept for 10 straight hours!
Doubles is not worth even discussing! It was a horrible disaster. As Kevin put it I have been dealt some great hands over the past 8 months. One bad hand won’t kill me, and that it won’t.
Now I am in Memphis Tennessee waiting to see if I will get into doubles of a WTA event. I find out in a few hours! Wish me luck.
Until next time—
Megan Mouton-Levy
http://meganmoultonlevy.blogspot.com/
Supported by the Intercollegiate Tennis Association (ITA)
