In an earlier post somewhat dripping in melancholy I all but bade farewell to my tennis playing career.
A ruptured lumbar disc and some harsh words from my consultant made the possibility of returning to the court seem bleak.
Of course, I’m happy to be in good health otherwise and very grateful, but now watching tennis fills me with a sadness that is hard to shift.
Especially during a major fortnight I like many I suppose get the urge to get out and play. When I’m depressed or feel anxiety, the only place I’d feel content and confident again was the tennis court. Yes even when I lost which was frequent.
I hope one day to at least be able to have a gentle hit again with the wife or hopefully kids one day. It is a release which I crave.