The Life Through Her Eyes: A House on Mango Street Memoir

Slamming and Nets

Slamming and Nets

Three days a week. Two hours a day. Monday, Wednesday, Sunday. Sweating and disgusting. The days I work my butt off slamming the balls over the tall nets. Letting my pouring sweat hit the ground, I’m a hose on full power.

Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle, pass. Repeat. Right, left, right, jump and swing. SMACK. Repeat.

Only a few short water breaks, then its back to the bone breaking hits. One after the other. Nonstop. Panting and broken, crawling out of the hot, moist gym, arms and legs limp and dead.

Trying to get to the fresh air like zombies crawling to their meals. Reaching the door and stumbling out gasping, unable to get enough of the cool, crisp oxygen.