My physical therapist told me I could mess around on the racquetball court by myself, as long as I didn’t swing hard, torqueing my knee.
But as my knee started to feel better and get stronger, I kept doing more and more hard swinging. Last week, it occurred to me that I couldn’t stop myself from doing this so I cut up the strings on my racquet. Not unlike an alcholic who takes antabuse.
Jeesh, you’d think I’d have more self-control than this but apparently not. And of course, just because I don’t have use of my own racquet now, doesn’t mean I can’t borrow one. Oy.