Just a personal blog post, but it’ll cost you 1000 XEC to read it. Use eCash to unlock the paywall to continue.

So last weekend, I went to play tennis with my son. If you read this post from last year, you’d know that my son and I had a bit of drama because of tennis in the past, but that’s all behind us now. He’s kept up his lessons, and I’m happy to report he’s definitely gotten better. I don’t think he’s going to be the next Carlos Alcaraz or anything, but I’d be happy if he can make his high school team in a few years.

He got a new coach recently and it seems like this coach knows what he’s doing. We started to play a game and immediately my son threw down an ace on his first serve. It zipped past me because I wasn’t expecting it since he’s never served like that in the past. I was both impressed and delighted. Apparently he’d told his little brother he was going to surprise me, and he did lol.

We were having a great time but then about twenty minutes into our session, I did something I’ve never done in all my years. I tore a muscle. As I went chasing down a forehand, I felt a pop in my calf like someone had kicked it. At first I thought it was an errant tennis ball from another court. A very hard hit tennis ball that just so happened to hit my calf in the perfect spot, causing it to feel like a knot had formed in the muscle preventing me from using it normally.

“Where’d that come from? Who hit that tennis ball?” I asked.

My son looked at me confused.

“What are you talking about?” he said.

I looked over at the guy in the court next to us who stared back at me with the same confused look my son had given me. And then it slowly began to dawn on me that there had been no other ball, I’d just pulled my calf muscle was all. That’s what I get for thinking I’m still in my twenties and not bothering to stretch, or warm up, or be hydrated before playing. This is what the doctor told me, at least. A doctor, who by the way, seemed in a hurry to get to his next patient and barely told me anything I hadn’t already learned from ChatGPT, though I guess it’s always nice to get confirmation from a human rather than just trusting ai.

Luckily, my injury doesn’t sound like it’s going to be too bad. I should be walking normally within a few weeks, which means I have to work from home during that time, which means I get to spend less time commuting, which gives me more hours each day to write. Maybe everything happens for a reason.

Despite having a bum leg and not being able to move how I’d like, I can’t complain too much. I just need to ignore all the chaos going on in the world at large. My family is safe and happy. I’m making progress on my book. And I have a steady income for the time being. If I could just be a little healthier and if XEC could go up in value, life would be grand.

Anyway, I’m going to try and write more often for the handful of readers I have on here so they don’t think I’ve abandoned this site. I still love being able to post things like this for those willing to pay a little bit of eCash to read it. Let me know in the comments if you found this enjoyable, and it’ll encourage me to write more.

As always, thanks for reading.

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