Better than the alternative

The heading to this post is what my father always used to say is the great thing about aging - it sure beats the alternative. A good thing for me to keep in mind today.

I've played tennis twice since returning from Asia, but today was my first time playing squash in 5 or more weeks. I was a bit worried about my sprained knee - I couldn't do all the exercises, without my heavy gear, while traveling, and it definitely is still subpar. Even with a strong brace, my knee particularly dislikes, and sometimes complains about, the sudden changes in direction you can need to demand of it while playng squash, and I didn't want to injure it again.

No need even to mentiion here that I still sometimes dive for balls. That doesn't actually seem to be the problem.

I needn't have worried about my knee. Early in the second game, expecting a deep ball but then wrenching forward suddenly to fetch a drop shot, I threw out my back and had to quit. I have been stiff and in a fair amount of pain ever since.

Maybe my body is trying to tell me something? I am prepared to be rational about this, but perhaps with stretching and patience, after I've healed a bit, I can still go.