It was 46 this morning when I woke up. I was filled with dread knowing I had committed to playing tennis this morning. I was hopeful the temperature would rise enough to be comfortable, but just to play it safe I went with the three-layer outfit: undershirt, long-sleeve shirt, warm-up suit.
The day did warm up quickly and I was able to ditch the warm up suit before the end of the first set. Unfortunately, my shoulder never warmed up, causing me anywhere from discomfort to actual pain.
About ten years ago, I had arthroscopic work on a joint in the shoulder and since then have had no problems. I am a bit nervous over today’s difficulties as they mirror very closely the pain I began experiencing prior to my surgery.
I remain optimistic that this is like the total body muscle ache I incurred last Saturday after playing tennis for the first time in a year and a half. It makes sense to me that the shoulder would have greater need to be strengthened against the stresses of serving (for the most part, there was no issue with ground strokes) after such a long layoff.
Of course, I played through it and we were able to take 2 out of 3 sets again (including another tie-breaker set). That’s also typical macho sports idiocy, playing when your body is clearly telling you to fix something. So, if I made anything worse, I have to shoulder the blame.