R.I.C.E. it!
since i didn’t feel like doing laundry this morning, i drove out to a nearby tennis club and hit some balls with a 12 year old that is almost my height. she laughed when i told her my age. i’m ooooooooooooold. in the middle of a “mini game”, i lunged for a ball and severely inverted my ankle. ouch. it’s sprained, i think, and now it’s sitting on ice. rest, ice, compression, elevation, you know. except, i’m anxious to get back out on the court again, and i have to keep telling myself NO. perhaps i’ll get up for some early morning work on the ball machine instead. maybe that way i’ll avoid embarassing myself in front of all the kids.
good news, is that i can still serve. it’s amazing… since the last few times i’ve tried i just end up hurting myself.
i just might have a tan this summer.