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injured, overreaching, too much, too soon, too fast, overstepped the bounds, pushed and didn't prep enough, thought I didn't need it, and realize that i have to act my age, with the long warmups, the support apparel, all of it. and it'll be annoying, and it will destroy my will to play. i don't want to be that guy, when I already am, who's completely out of his element, who can't move well, ankles giving out, sore from a single day of play, most likely unable to play in a tournament in any sort of capacity. sad. depressing. yet, I can still cover those dump handlers. i can still do something. a small, tiny facet of my game. really really sad. depressing. but, in a few short weeks, i wonder how much weight is gone, and how much longer it would have taken to return, somewhat, and if my legs would ever come back. I wonder.
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