Every person around me was either covered from head to toe or shivering like Chihuahuas. Our first cold outdoor tennis day was not exactly a success. After pretending we weren’t cold in just a skirt at t-shirt, we all ran to grab the nearest coat and sweatpants. Our only hope was that the bundles of warmth were our own. Fingers turned purple; ears turned red; the sky remained gray. Yet as we pushed through the cold that spread all the way to our brains, competition relied on instinct, and we truly saw who wanted it the most.