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Susan Waters-Eller: “Watching Tennis for Self-Improvement”

Good Morning, SuperForest!

Alright, I’ll admit it. I’ve been glued to the television set these past few days cheering on my favorite gentlemen (cough, cough, Novak and Roger) in the incredible celebration of grand slam tennis that is the US Open. What I didn’t know was that as I watch the lovely sport that is tennis, a lot more goes on in my brain than the flurry of emotions that go through the minds of sports fans. Then the ever-insightful SuperForester Susan sent this in for us to read:

My love of watching tennis began in the seventies when I was hunting for a Sunday morning news show. Instead the screen was filled with the face of Bjorn Borg and I was hooked immediately by his look of predatory concentration. Little did I know at the time, that my mirror neurons were firing up brain circuits as though I was making that face myself. I just knew I liked the feeling. My fascination was fueled by the neural action of focus and determination, my own neurons paralleling his. I was feeling the look of winning. Part of the power of visual intelligence is the internal matching of what we see. When mirror neurons were first discovered, the researchers were surprised to see that the same neurons that fired when the monkey performed a certain task also fired just by watching that task performed by someone else. Understanding facial expressions depends on the same mechanisms. We feel them from the inside as though we were making them ourselves. Like the worldwide expert on facial expressions, Paul Eckman, says, “Make the face, feel the emotion.”

And imagine the benefits to the rest of my motor circuits firing as I watch such outstanding athleticism. Tennis players are excellent examples of visual/spatial intelligence at work. Awareness of the court, assessing the speed of the ball, the movement of the opponent and previous knowledge of a particular player’s style constitutes a constantly changing whole that a great player is always adjusting to along with a host of other factors. The best players exhibit intelligence as well as athletic excellence as they make lightening fast decisions. In the heat of an exciting volley, my whole body is twitching, not indifferent to the excitement unfolding in my mirror neurons. Watching these things trains my capacity for awareness and concentration on a purpose.

In the past, when people were curious about why I liked watching tennis, I used to say something about how much I loved saying “wow”, appreciated being impressed, and assuming some good brain chemistry was involved. I later learned that my body’s pleasure response was rewarding me with endorphins for attention to something I admired and dopamine for the unexpected shots and physical stimulation. This has survival value since admiration stimulates our own potential for greatness and novelty focuses attention on something new to learn. Through my mirror neurons I get to play along with the best, the residuals of which are there to inspire me when I sit down to draw.

Today the look that comes closest to the feeling I got from Borg’s is found on the face of Rafael Nadal. But whereas Borg’s intensity was of having his prey in sight, Nadal projects the feeling of a warrior vanquishing a foe, of something being conquered. The war cry accompanying Maria Sharapova’s hits contrasts with the steely sense of purpose on her face before she serves. What we see tunes the qualities in ourselves that respond to it. There is no one best way to play tennis. There are as many styles of play as great players. I’ve often wondered how Roger Federer managed to slow time, gliding easily through points where other players were rushing around. Then I read about new research showing that brain waves vibrate at a higher frequency during peak experiences like intense competition. So if the brain is operating faster, then clock time would seem slower. When we’re most deeply involved we have plenty of time.

The thing the winners most have in common is concentration and attitude, not the same attitude but each individual version of purity of purpose, unswerving determination. When Sharapova’s expression shifted to frustration, Dinara Safina’s face showed her prey cornered, moving in for the kill.

Our brains are changed by what we pay attention to, our reward system designed to keep us doing what’s helps us grow. It’s a pleasure (more endorphins) to see players from all over the world competing together without politics. Most fans don’t necessarily root for the players from their countries but for qualities of individual style. My endorphins flow seeing men’s and women’s tennis treated equally as part of the same tournament. Watching tennis is immersion in a world where excellence rules. Maybe what the feeling of inspiration really is involves the activation of those circuits where our own excellence wants to bloom.

Pretty awesome, right? Lucky for us, Susan has an entire blog that holds these types of writings and reflections. And I highly recommend you give it a good read whenever you get a moment.

Love and thanks to Susan for sending that in!

Isner-Mahut: An Epic Sporting Episode In The Human Endeavour of Effort

Hi SuperForest

I don’t know if you’ve been following Wimbledon yet this year – the first round matches can be overwhelming in number, filled – as a casual tennis watcher – with names and faces I’m unfamiliar with, and with the sporting distraction of the World Cup you’d be forgiven for holding over until the second week. But the last few days have showcased a match, a story, that I think bears repeating: whilst we were watching England vs  Slovenia (or, ok, USA vs Algeria!) John Isner and Nicolas Mahut were already getting into what would prove to be the longest tennis match in professional tennis history.

After an epic 11 hours and five minutes and 182 games, 138 of those in the deciding set, the American 23 seed John Isner finally secured a win over France’s Nicolas Mahut in five sets, 6-4, 3-6, 6-7, 7-6, 70-68. As the guardian said: This is not a typo.

Isner, said  “To share this with him was an absolute honour,”  “This is something we’ll share forever.”

The match started on Tuesday, continued into  Wednesday when, after 10 hours of play, it was halted due to lack of light last night at 59-59 in the final set. And today, after 4 and 3 hours sleep respectively, Isner and Mahut played on.

Yes, this has been called “an enormous waste of time“, but I disagree – is Isner likely to snatch the Wimbledon trophy? Were either of the two likely to? Probably not. Was it a beautiful game of tennis? With long fluid rallies? Not so much. But that isn’t the point.  Aside from the record-breaking nature of the match (longest tennis match in Wimbledon and professional tennis history), aside from the feverish spectator interest conjured up by its epic proportions, how about this:

Two men, competing in their sport, the vocation to which they dedicate their days. In one of the most prestigious  events in the calendar. Neither marked by the commentariat as a potential tournament victor. In the first round of that tournament.  Both of these men, they fought, they gave everything, with passion and unsurpassed determination, unwilling to give up. Doing their best in this match, this point, this moment, regardless.

Will they become household names like Nadal or Federer? Like Sampras, Agassi, Becker, Bjorg, Nastase or McEnroe? Or will they live on as a trivia question in the pub quizes of the future? I don’t know. And I’m not sure that, for this, it matters.  Yes, if it had been an 11 hour Federer-Nadal match it would’ve been more glamorous, but I don’t think there would have been more at stake, and I don’t think it would’ve been more moving.

The next time things are tough, the next time I feel like I’m fighting a losing or never-ending battle – I hope to ask myself whether that battle is worth it, to me. And if it is, regardless of eventual outcome, to stand strong. It’s not about fighting, it’s about not yielding, not giving up. Not about beating the other guy, but about being the fullest expression of my strengths I can be.  Truly doing one’s best.

Isner deserves his victory, and both Isner and Mahut deserve to sleep soundly in the well-earned rest of those who strive.  Bring on the rest of the tournament, I’m stocking up on strawberries and cream.

Love to Both,

Love to you, and, for the obligatory tennis pun:

Love-Love to that

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