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50-Year Old Body Gives Up

In the last two months with on and off practices and clinics, my strokes are coming back, consistency is increasing noticeably and my legs have been getting much stronger thanks to few hours in the gym and weights.

Unfortunately, during the last two practices, the rupture in my meniscus has gotten worse and my knee swells up like a balloon.  An MRI confirms the rupture, and the only option at this time left is surgery it seems.  This means that just as I was getting started back into tennis and enjoying every minute of it, I have to stop for about 2-3 months.  Very disappointed!

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