Return to the netball court.

I love netball. I love feeling part of a team. When I'm on the court time just flies, I enjoy every minute. Well, almost every minute.

I haven't played netball in two years. Four years ago I had a full knee reconstruction (my second one on that leg). It took a year to recover from that and then I was back on the court. But it wasn't the same. My knee didn't feel stable at. all. I didn't give my best because I was fearful of hurting it again, my memory of what that feels like was too recent and vivid. So after that season I decided to call it quits.

In the two years since I have coached and umpired. I've still enjoyed being a part of our club, I've even coached a team to a premiership. But it's not the same as being an actual member of the team.

So this year I've decided to give it another go.

I had my first training last Thursday. It went pretty well. I had forgotten my knee brace so I took it fairly easy. I managed to play a game without hurting myself (always a bonus!). I felt pretty good afterward.

And the next day my knee was a littel sore, which I expected. The rest of my body was a little sore, also to be expected.

Then came Saturday. I woke up and EVERY single muscle in my body ached. It hurt to sneeze. It hurt to breathe. I started to wonder at the wisdom of making a return to this game when I'll be turning 40 this year. *shudder* enough said about that!

Yesterday and today my knee has been misbehaving. I'm not amused. Just now when I was carrying my cuppa back to my desk it almost completely gave out. I was only walking! I could have spilled my coffee! The horror!

So, I'm thinking it's time to pay my dear friend Melissa a visit. She is a physio (I know, she sews debutante dresses, plays piano beautifully AND she is a physio...is there nothing the woman can't do?). Of course if she tells me not to play netball I will be left with only one choice. To ignore her.

Squash tonight. We shall see how the old knee holds up to that.