Choose your crew carefully
With every rehab session, I walked into the treatment room trapped between emotions of anticipation and anxiety. It could go in both ways, at any given time. A recollection of dates and milestones soon became the driving force behind the urge to get back on the course as rehab sessions became easier and more rewarding.
April 8th, 2019. 100 days post surgery. I was putting, chipping and did limited efforts on the range working with shorter irons. Discomfort arose and another trip to the surgeon lead to a tendonitis diagnosis and another steroid injection. Another semi setback, I thought.
However, I made peace rather quickly with the newest diagnosis, and accepted that with every two steps forward, we’ll go one step backwards as I am recovering and have to accept that my wrist and forearm haven’t done much since the 10th December 2018. Every setback is just a redirection, a reflection or a chance to introduce new key role players in your journey. At the time, you don’t understand the role that they’re meant to be playing, but when you look back, its so evident that they were sent at times when we loose our vision, and our wings and will guide us back on track or even fly on our behalf.
When you least expect something, something great is bound to happen. Something better than you ever planned for. It wasn’t until a visit from a great life mentor, that I was curious to see, despite the minor setback, if I can push my wrist out of my then comfort zone and try a few shots on the course. Introducing a rather different approach, instead of hitting 30 short irons on the range, I wanted to play a few holes. Anxious, scared, completely out of comfort and with no idea what to expect, I joined a guest on the course for a few holes daily. Hitting only short irons from various distances, not exceeding 150 yards. The curiosity and anticipation grew exponentially and I wanted to get out every morning as early as possible to play a little more each day and see how my wrist reacts and how I score around the course.
May 19th, 5 months post surgery. By the 20th week post surgery, the tendinitis subsided in the wrist, my rehab sessions were reduced and the amount of holes I could play pain free, were increasing. I am delighted with the progress of my wrist. If I was to be asked 20 weeks ago, if I reckon I’d be able to trust the healing process enough to play again, I would have been very hesitant and pessimistic about the potential outcome. Instead, I took the wings that was lend to me at the time, and threw my whole heart and soul into the process.
I am currently playing on average 27 holes daily, with adequate resting days in-between, doing strength and conditioning exercises, and working on lowering my average scoring (currently 2.9, in lay mans terms 3 over par). During this unfortunate period of the injury, I realized how important it truly is to allow your body to rest, and too differentiate between when it’s needed to rest and when to push harder. The golden lesson that I learned over the past few weeks, was with a slight push in the right direction, you can be well on your way to chase your dreams again.
It is vital to choose your crew carefully, they need to help set the sails of your ship, providing guidance and direction, and not make holes in order for it to sink.