Sore and Sorry For Myself

I am seriously sore. Despite the fact that it’s only about 9:30, as soon as I get this post done I’m going to bed. This is not a happy Geoff. Had a tennis game and from the outset it was pretty clear that this was not going to be an easy, fun game. To start with I got there already feeling tired. And then I had a couple of swings and straight away I could feel that the wrist that was feeling a bit sore at the end of the night last week was hurting like anything already. And then about 10 minutes in I copped a tennis ball at speed right in the guts. Straight away left a bruise.

Then I was just starting to get some form back near the end when I went for an overhead shot on a ball that was coming pretty quick and twisted my shoulder just enough for it to hurt every time I served. And the worst thing started to happen. I’m a competitive person – to the point where I don’t even really like myself when I’m tired and losing. It usually only happens when I get tired, but it all started falling apart. I let go of my racket a couple of times at speed. Slightly deliberately. Not exactly when the ball was coming. I didn’t let any choice words go though.

Then to cap everything off – when we’d practically finished, I was chasing down a drop shot (which I didn’t get to) and rolled the ankle that I’m still copping pain from (from when I fell over in the shower and cut a huge gash out of it), and made a mess of my knee – blood everywhere. Those indoor tennis court floors aren’t made for sliding on your knees.

So I’m feeling sorry for myself. It’s my own fault, and it wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t get so worked up when I play sport. A better man would confront the issues and take a long hard look at themselves. I’m going to bed.