She's taken off her shoes and one of her socks...

I just returned from the EnjoyPool.Com 9-Ball Open in Las Vegas, NV.

I think it went really well...


Truth be told, I was very well-prepared mentally for this tournament but I may have sabotaged myself physically by over-training. For the past month, I have been lifting weights five days a week in hopes of looking like this. (Ughh, I don't know how long I can keep this picture posted. It's giving my husband the creeps. Me too, actually.)



All along, I have been doing this with no consequence to my tournament play. Quite the opposite, it has made me feel stronger and more full of energy while playing. I guess I have been tempting fate, though. By my third match in Vegas, even though I had been using light weights all week, my arms were so rubbery that I was missing straight-in shots by a foot (no kidding).

I had a Richie-Tenenbaum-style-full-sky-tilt meltdown in front of the crowd. Well, it probably just looked like I was playing bad and pouting, but inside my head I was breaking cues and screaming at the audience. I know that it happens to everyone, but it was still pretty embarrassing.

Luckily, I had Vegas with which to drown my sorrows. Jaeger Bombs. Room Service. More working out (yeah, I really am that dumb).

I decided that it was in my best interest to come home and play in another tournament as soon as possible. I needed to shake this experience from my head and not let it sidetrack me. I played at the Blaze event in Atlantic City over the weekend and I am happy to report that there were no incidents of violence and that my shoes stayed on the whole time.

Getting huger by the day,
LIZ


P.S. Happy Anniversary Harry; I love you more than all the tunafish sandwiches in the world.