After all these years of not playing
racquetball, I’m finally ready to give up the racquetball bag.
I’m not too old to play. I could
still do it. But there aren’t any racquetball courts within hundreds of
miles of here. And there is that issue of the neck surgery. With
four vertebrae fused together I would be less competitive because I can’t just
glance back over my shoulder anymore to track the ball or the other player, but
I could still run around and whack the ball and have fun.
I would love that, but that brings me back
to the neck thing. The surgeon warned me that having those vertebrae
fused would put an extra strain on the adjacent joints and we’d have to keep an
eye on them. I probably don’t want to put that sort of rotational stress
on the part of my neck that still works.
It didn’t take me all these years to
recognize that playing racquetball again isn’t a good idea. It’s more
that I didn’t want to acknowledge it so clearly that I would give up the bag
and all the gear that goes in it. Shoes. Racquets.
Balls. Gloves. I’m okay with it now. The racquetball career
is over. And even without racquetball, I still have plenty on my plate.
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