No speed, no pace, no nothing

It's been two days since our first training and I feel like I've been punished. I got my nasty alright. I feel my body is filled with old, overworked fibers. My head's still up, make no mistake, all in all I'm quite satisfied with what was still left. But the aftermath is humiliating. The body is still very much pissed off by all that sudden enthusiasm. There's also vague familiarity about all this near-aching stiffness that accompanies me everywhere I go today. It's not a bad feeling, it feels like I'm playing baseball again.

Training roundup, starting with the bad news. My foot and the leg work are horrible. No speed, no pace, no nothing. Still, I tried to do what I can, as the training progressed, it became more and more difficult to push myself.
Endurance in general is problematic. Twenty minutes of running exercises at the beginning, kept me on top of my breath for the entire two hours.
Tiredness causes mistakes. An increase in off target throws, missing a cue in position play, not following through all the way with hitting. Tiredness causes underperformance.
Batting was uninspired. The stiffness must go first.

The best news is that we've got new staff and support at our team. We're the 5th and lowest team on our club, but we have the luxury of a 2nd coach, a fysio therapist and a score keeper. Now that is not bad. The 2nd coach will take care of the pitchers and the catchers, and during games he rules the bench, so I will call him Bench from now on. I tried out at 3rd during infield practice. It went fine, no mistakes grounding, no extra steps for throwing. I waited for almost every ball, though, let it bounce towards me, instead walking into it. I really needed those extra 2 seconds of air.
Throwing from 3rd to 2nd went well, I still've got some speed left. Let's see next week what's left of it, when we're going from deep 3rd to 1st. A moment I fear and look forward to at the same time.