The mind was willing....

Just an update on how things went in the cricket last weekend. Having bought all the gear, and been selected, I looked forward to the game against Leigh III last Sunday at our place (Fleetwood Hesketh). We chose to bat first with me at number 10 and Mikey at 11.

After a good start we were getting near to end of the 45 overs when we started to lose some wickets, with the result that I was walking out to bat with around 43 overs gone. First ball, a small “nurdle” round the corner with a shout for the single. I set off, only to feel after three paces as though I’d been shot in the leg. Could barely walk let alone run after that. Managed to stay in until the end, but could only “hop” the odd run much to the amusement of the galleries :-) Thankfully our 12^th man (cheers Craig) took up my fielding duties thereafter.

The moral of the story is, (from bitter experience), the mind still thinks the body can accomplish things it used to do, but as the years creep up, the body doesn’t always agree and follow instruction. I should have warmed up I guess, for sure I will next time. I’m pleased to report that although I couldn’t walk yesterday, things are distinctly better now. From my online self-diagnosis I think I had a thigh strain, who knows for sure, all I do know is that it hurt like hell!

Aiming to be at nets on Thursday anyway, and still enjoying my comeback immensely.

M.

Cricketing comeback....

After twenty odd years in retirement, a late cry off, and a moment of weakness on my part, led to me taking the field once again in an away cup game at Northop Hall in Wales. With somewhat less athletic prowess than may have existed all those years ago, it proved to me that cricket is still a game that can be enjoyed by those of all ages.

Ok, we lost, but I must confess to a great deal of pride (and enjoyment), in batting with my lad down at the bottom of the order. Never thought I'd see the day, but very glad I have :-) We both ended up not out at the end of the alloted overs, me with solid nought and my lad with a handful of runs.

Next obvious question is did I enjoy it enough to want to have another go? Well you never know :-)

M.