Almost 18 Weeks But Who’s Counting?

Gulp!
A few days shy of 18 weeks from my surgery, I packed up my tennis bag and headed out to the tennis courts. . .

and walked on by!

This was my goal ^
I *tried* to hit a few tennis balls off the backboard.  Oh my goodness.  It was hard, but it was so wonderful.
I didn’t last long, but I knew I wouldn’t.  Slow and steady wins the race.  There was no way I was willing to reinjure my arm on the first day out.
Then I went home and iced it.
It was a good great day.