Satyajeet Jadhav

9 months ago

2024-01-28

It is Sunday. I woke up early today. I am not sure why. I think I had to go to the bathroom. Or had I set my body clock to go off before Sanika’s 7:30 AM dance class?

I felt sore. Yesterday, I played a cricket match. I fielded for around 2 hours, bowled four overs, and faced nine deliveries when batting. I was spent. But this is a long weekend. We were to go to Lalbagh with a friend and his family. So, I got home from the game, took a shower, and ran out with the family.

The drive was painful. Four overs meant that my legs were hurting and my shoulders were throbbing. We sat in the traffic for an hour. Inching forward every few minutes. 

But Lalbagh and the kids gave me energy. They made me forget my pain and fatigue for some time. We had a wonderful picnic followed by a lunch at a restaurant. The fatigue and the socializing drained my batteries. We got back and I crashed on the bed. 

I woke up soon. I was still tired. I was questioning my life decisions by this point. This is not how I want to feel. I doubt if I will ever play again. It takes up too much time and energy - before, during, and after the match. Is it worth it? 

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