Pain and Suffering

Well, I did it. I played my first tournament match in two years. The end result wasn't quite what I had hoped for, but at least I played. Fran and I were seeded one. Anyone playing with Fran would be seeded one. That didn't bother me too much.

After waiting all week to play, I was ready to go. We had scouted the team we were playing, from their match yesterday. They played one up and one back a lot. One was more defensive than the other. We knew they would be tough, but felt like we could take them, if we played smart and patient. Our intentions were good. And had I been playing all along, it would be a routine match for us.

Not so today. Two years away from the game is an eternity. Some things felt great, and somethings felt horrible. We lost 6-3, 6-4. I'm still trying to decide if it was fun. I think so. I'm still so disappointed. But I think if I take time to reflect back on the week, the experience, the journey of where I've been to where I am, I will have a better understanding of what the week was all about. Not just the result of the match, or how I played.

My pain and suffering came after the match. Fran and I went for an early dinner, and when I stood up after we ate, my whole lower left leg felt like it had seized up. I've had hip bursitis problem for years, and I'm afraid this is a residual effect from playing. I was fine while playing, felt no problems at all. This came out no where. All part of the process of coming back, I guess.

Phil has been so wonderfully supportive in helping me to come back. I hope we can both get healthy enough at some point to play another husband/wife tournament. No matter what he will alway always be my favorite playing partner!


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