I have been completely inactive since the middle of December. First there was the trip to North Carolina, then the Christmas holiday, then… And then I found that lazing around watching Tivo and reading was feeling pretty good. Physically, if not mentally. I don't know how long I would have kept that up but finally something came along to get me moving a little.
Tennis. Several months ago my friend Diane started organizing a Wednesday night doubles group. We had four at first, then she managed to come up with eight players and that went on for a few weeks. I participated until the middle of December.
On Monday one of the players, Bill, called me to see if I could play on Wednesday night and I accepted the invitation. (Not Diane though, who, back in December, tripped herself while running backwards for an overhead and broke her left wrist when she landed)(ouch!) Warm-up started off well enough, but once we started playing it was pretty obvious that I hadn't played for two months. I finally settled down some near the end of the first of three sets. Bill said that I had "flashes of brilliance", but otherwise I was all over the place.
Even though it's supposed to be really cold on Saturday morning, I will make it out to Singleton for the round robin. It's Bill's 70th birthday and there will be a party. No way I can miss that so I will just suck it up and go. When I think about playing in the cold I always remember a day a few years ago when it was 45 degrees and the temperature did not go up, even a little, the whole day. Yet a lot of us die-hards showed up, enough for four courts, and we played for hours.
So I will play. And hope for a few more "flashes of brilliance."