After my visit to urgent care I discovered more than just a mere broken clavicle bone, I discovered what my right half represented: sports. Prior to the hit, my love of sports had been waning, quite rapidly in fact, and it refused to leave my body. Moreover, its presence was consuming my time, and cluttering my mind, leaving no time for the freshly sparked passions that conflicted with it. Although I don’t celebrate the physical manifestation of my injury, I certainly laud the liberating opportunity it presented to me. In the six weeks that followed I tried to make up the time I couldn’t allocate to reading and academics by studying until I literally collapsed into bed, more exhausted than after any hockey or baseball practice I could remember.
I was on the other side now, slowly figuring out how the other half lived, I loved it. For years I discounted those who complained that they were exhausted from studying, “how can doing such easy tasks make you tired?” I used to think to myself. However, having experienced both physical and mental exhaustion, I can say with certainty that mental exhaustion is equal, if not superior, to physical exhaustion (in the toll it takes on your body). It’s unfortunate that it took such a painful event to stimulate my growth. However, acute pain is nothing in hindsight, in fact, if you asked me to change any one thing about my life I would respond “I wish I could have been injured sooner”.
The two male athletes played Australian football at a national level, one female played volleyball at a regional level, and one female played basketball recreationally (Ford & Gordon, 1999). Ford and Gordon (1999) conducted semi-structured interviews with open- and closed-ended questions that prompted athletes to discuss the influence of social support during his or her injury. Both females were interviewed prior to surgery and at intervals of 10-13 days, 43-50 days, 75-92 days, and 120-125 days post- surgery (Ford & Gordon, 1999). The males were not interviewed prior to surgery; however, they were interviewed at the same intervals as the females post-surgery (Ford & Gordon,
Due to the nature of sport, athletes will always be faced with the possibility of becoming injured. Empirical research has demonstrated that injury has a psychological impact on athletes (Quinn & Fallon, 1999). Indeed, sports practitioners often witness negative psychological impacts such as depression and in extreme cases suicidal tendencies in the injured athlete (Jevon & Johnston, 2003). Injuries have a dramatic impact upon an athlete’s life (Deutsch, 1985), Crossman (1997) interviewed athletic trainers and established that 47% of respondents believed that every injured athlete suffered psychological trauma. Walker, Thatcher and Lavallee (2007), explain there is a need to advance current knowledge of the way injured athletes psychologically respond, with deeper understanding it would be possible to aid rehabilitation professionals and help the athlete cope better psychologically. Psychological issues have an important role in the athletes ability to recover from injury (Arvinen-Barrow, Penny, Hemmings, & Corr, 2010), understanding how an athlete responds will have multiple practical implications. Ford and Gordon (1997) suggest that if an athlete experiences negative emotions then it will lead to non-complinace of the rehabilitation process. In order to understand athletes psychological responses to injury several frameworks have been suggested. These include the: integrated model of response to sports injury and rehabilitation (Wiese-Bjornstal, Smith, Shaffer, & Morrey, 1998), the Bio-Psychosocial model of sport injury rehabilitation (Brewer, Andersen, & Van Raalte, 2002), the staged-based grief response models (Kubler-Ross, 1969) and the stage model of the return to sport (Taylor & Taylor, 1997).
At times, stories about other people better shape the story, or identity, of someone else. In my case, the story of how my sister was diagnosed with a rare chromosomal syndrome did just that. The event happened when my sister, Kaya, was 2(making me ten). After a whirlwind of tests done on Kaya, we were finally getting answers. Even though we were not ready for the impact the results would have on our lives, we were ready for the resolution to all this chaos. Everything went down in a dull meeting room that was multiplied throughout the hospital. The oversized team of doctors were waiting in the room when we arrived. The situation made me uncomfortable knowing all those people had access to every little detail about my sister’s medical records.
Recovering from an injury can indeed be a difficult process and athletes must wait for however long in able to play the sport again. During that duration of time, the idea of waiting and not performing can sometimes cause an athlete to feel angry, to be in denial, and
I absolutely love soccer, and that is why I was exited for the coming weekend. This weekend I was going to Memphis for a soccer game. The reason I was exited for this game is because it is going to be our first real game as a team.
I never thought I’d learn the most important things in life from the game of football. It all started the day my new football coach, Jeff Rotsky, came to our school and we all met for the first time. I remember when we were all sitting in the little theater listening to him talk to us for the first time. He came in loud, full of energy, excited, and gave us a very passionate greeting. He said things like: we’re gonna be a top contender in the GCC, we have great potential to be a championship type team, and that he’s going to get us into the best schools possible, as long as we do everything he tells us to. At the moment, I didn’t believe we could even be a team that could make the playoffs, but it eventually came to me once I bought into what he was saying and doing. It came to me once I saw how much the coaches cared for us and how hard they worked. I also saw that almost all of my teammates were working harder and actually cared more.
Ever since I can remember, I have had an intense interest and love for sports. From spending countless weekends watching college and professional sporting events, to playing flag football, to meeting with my friends at the neighborhood basketball court after every school day as a kid, I always felt most comfortable with a ball in my hands. As I grew older and became involved in my school’s sports teams, my passion for sports only deepened. Instead of just playing for fun, I was now playing for my school’s name and pride. Even as a middle school student, every time I put my shoulder pads on before a football game or strapped on my running shoes before a track meet, I always felt like I had to represent my school
Failure has a huge impact on my life. Although it has a way of turning itself into a learning experience. Ever since I was a child I was told to never stop for what I believe in.
My Passion is something that I really enjoy doing and it is something that if I could do it for the rest of my life I definitely would do it. This passion is football.My Passion came from watching my uncle play football with my dad and cousins.Why I’m passion about it is because my first time playing football I was put as quarterback for the team while playing with my family,It was fun because it was my team vs my brothers team.Why I am passion about it is because I found my passion fun because it was something simple and easy to play all you do is toss the ball around and catch the football,I enjoy football a lot Football is something I love to recommend for some people who don’t know how to play or think its hard or dangerous.I had loved
I started kicking balls when I was three, playing with others at school and even my older brothers, who would dribble me silly. It's no wonder that I developed a passion for soccer, in all forms; on the field playing as well as off the field watching. In my spare time, I enjoy watching and playing soccer with people who have a love for the sport as I do. It makes me feel alive and euphoric, seeing the twists and turns which players must do to retain possession of the ball. I am in soccer and soccer is in
Growing up in a suburb thirty minutes south of Boston I had a normal childhood like most kids, except for one little thing. I went to school, hung out with friends, and played many, many sports, typical normal stuff for a kid, right? My mother was the one who really got me into sports. She taught me how to hit a baseball, shoot a basketball, and took me to see some of the greatest sports teams play in Boston. The thing I did that most likely many kids my age did not do was get up early to watch Sports Center on ESPN. Then as I started to watch the show, it somehow became a religion to myself. For years I could remember starting in fifth grade still going to graduation, I would get up early to watch it. Early as in I would get up at six in the morning to be ready before the show started, then head to school. The best Sports Center to watch is always the seven in the morning show. It integrates all of the games that happened not many hours before, and also a quick quote for many of the recurring topics in sports. To say that I was mesmerized would be an understatement. Watching Sports Center early all those mornings for seven years made me find my future passion in sports writing.
For as long as I can remember I have loved volleyball. It all began in fourth grade, when my mom said, “you should play volleyball.” I was hesitant at first to play but then I decided to try it. My mom encouraged me because I was taller and stronger than the average fourth grader. So I gave it a try and then I fell in love with it.
An obstacle that I faced and overcame was when I played football freshman year of high school. I was by far the smallest kid on the team, and yet I still managed to play through the whole season. I was able to overcome this by being diligent in practice and the film room, and also paying attention and learning the most I could from my coaches. Another setback I faced during this was that it was my first year playing football. I had a huge disadvantage against many of the other players who had played for many years, and worked on improving their skills during that time. As a novice, I knew I would not be able to compete for a starting spot, but I knew that I had a good chance at earning a backup spot. All throughout the blistering, muggy, summer
Victoria has a long history of being a football town. My uncles whom I am close to played in high school. Because how the town loves football and how my uncle love football I love football. The enjoyment I get from playing football is how it keeps you shape and shows how teams struggle, and playing makes you part of a team.
How could I? We were in year 6 at the top of the schools hierarchy and