#Udachu, #NQLoveCrisis
December proved to be a month of groundhog days. We got up, went for a run on the beach, I took a swim and then Nikolai did sand sprints with his trainer. We showered, changed and drove north for three hours of tennis training. With his prize ball girl in tow (the oligarch and I had reached a silent truce), Nikolai worked on his serve, footwork and fitness. His determination was relentless. Sometimes I swear his coach would feed him the same shot three hundred times before they moved on.
It was hot. The temperature wavered between the early to late thirties most days. For four interminable days it soared past all sanity into the forties. The routine did not change. There was no let up on practice due to the heat. In fact, I swear he ran faster.
I followed him and
