I've been feeling better with my ankle and looking forward to getting my new orthotics when Saturday Night at the Tennis Asylum was scheduled once again. My wife and I play once a month in a couples league. She is a good player. I am not but the company is the main reason I play. We won our first match 6-2 and it was 1-1 in the second match when it was my turn to serve. On my second serve of the game I heard the following sound in the middle of my serve from my left calf:
RIIIIIIIPPPPPPP. Then my left leg stopped working. I limped off the court and immediately put ice on it. My night was done.
I woke up on Sunday and my leg still didn't work so well. I'm trying not to get into a pity party state of mind but I'm in the angry state of mind. More angry at myself than at anyone else. Disappointed that I can't do something as simple as playing relatively uncompetitive tennis without getting hurt.
Getting hurt as much as I have been recently is getting old. My tennis career is over but I am still wondering what this latest injury will do to my racing season. Hopefully I'll heal quickly and not hurt myself in some other inventive way.
I have to find out why I keep breaking myself and stop it. Wish me luck. I think I need it and am due for some good luck.