April 27, 2007

Admitting you have a problem, etc.

It really is the first step. Of course, what they fail to mention is that your first step of admitting you have a problem may well be the last, final and terminal step, too. After all, you can admit you have a problem, acknowledge the scope of the problem, and decide, screw it, I am going to find a way to co-exist in peace, or some semblance thereof, with your problem.

For me, the problem is that I am a squash glutton. If given the chance, I will gorge myself on the game. I will play until the sweat is dripping off the racquet grip and I have to wipe my hand on the wall. I will play until no wants to play anymore or until I run out of time. This probably does not come across as a problem, does it?

But, you see, I am turning 40 this year, not 30.

The normal amount of time for a squash match is around 30 minutes. Today, I played 90.

My elbow hurts, my knee hurts, my back is tight, my hip is iffy, my shoulder is questionable, and my feet are not speaking to me anymore. I have conclusively established that playing for 90 minutes straight is too much.

And yet, I was seriously thinking about playing with this nice fellow of Indian descent (warning: generalization here -- Indians and Pakistanis are often very good squash players) this evening when he asked me if I knew how he could get a game up tonight. That would have been folly.

Playing for 90 minutes is a problem. Considering playing for more is more of a problem.

I admit (and my joints are forcing me to admit) that I have a problem.

That said, I think I will decline to do anything about it. Because, viewed from a different angle, the problem is that I am less happy off of the squash court than on it. So, perhaps, the impediment to true happiness is work and the time demanded by work. Maybe I should be thinking about ways to spend more time on the court and not less time.

Gee, sounds like I solved my initial problem, didn't I? I admitted I had a problem and then I found a solution to it.

Of course, I suppose the next entry should probably deal with how denial is not a river in Egypt.

Anyone free for a game?

Posted by Random Penseur at April 27, 2007 09:49 AM | TrackBack

Far better the squash addiction that many others I can think of.

However, if you overdo it, your may be involuntarily benched with an injury...

Take care of yourself *and* your addiction.

; )

Posted by: Christina at April 27, 2007 02:35 PM

I feel your pain. Lifted weights on Monday and did LIGHT lifts...let me repeat that...I did LIGHT lifts...my right elbow has been swollen since Tuesday morning.

Getting old blows.

My suggestion is find a great masseuse and go weekly.

Posted by: Howard at April 27, 2007 04:47 PM


I'm 51 and truly crippled myself playing racquetball (squash to you) against Dan last week in a TEN MINUTE GAME!

Which ended when I came down upon my knee wrong.

D'ya THINK maybe I could have taken it easy since I haven't played at all the last two years? GAH!

I feel your pain.

Posted by: Amber at April 30, 2007 12:34 PM

My shoulder aches a little from playing Baseball with my son.

On the Wii.

There you go.

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