As I'm trying to get back in the game while recovering from my herniated cervical discs, today was a milestone for me. I revisited my coach of the days of yore, that trained me as a youth. Since I'm and old geezer now, he's well in his seventies.
But as Harimoto famously stated, age has nothing to do with table tennis. He was a great player, became a truly great coach - hanging out and exchanging notes with Stellan Bengtsson, then training at Falkenberg with Appelgren, Carlsson, Lindh, Waldner, Persson. And then, well, me, among others. In that time he dived deeply into materials, explored all kinds of pimples and antispin in depth. So now he gives quirky material clinics as well.
My BH remained intact, but I had gotten out of touch with my FH. Within seconds, my old coach (sharp as a blade) noted the minutest things in my timing, my wrist action, stance. I felt like walking on clouds for an hour and a half of training; dreamy, and very, very intense.
All that left me with a conviction that I'll be getting that FH feeling good, relaxed and automatic again; very, very much homework to do, but I know what to do and how to do it. Buzzing with excitement, even with the prospect of spending hard hours of service training. Rrrrrrrr!