Six years of my life had passed if a blink of an eye. Everyday was the same: sleep, eat, play soccer for ten out of the twelve months of the year, every year. It was a lifestyle not a burden. I had been fortunate enough to have never had a serious injury up until this point in my life. I was a freshman in high school, and it was my first time playing with the big shots. It was the beginning of the season and more then anything I was ready to step it up and compete at the higher level. I had trained all summer, gone to soccer camps and did everything I could to make sure that I would be the best that I could be. Sure, I questioned whether it’d all be worth it; the early morning runs in the blistering summer heat, the oozing blisters on the back …show more content…
It was as if my body was in shock as I fell to the ground. My eyes were squeezed shut, and all I could feel was the shooting pain driving around my knee. It was as if the pain started at the point of impact and traced around my knee until it got back to the starting point a countless number of times.When I finally opened my eyes I saw that my knee had immediately turned a purplish-black, and my coach was running out onto the field. I tried to shake it off and stand back up to play, but I immediately limped back onto the ground. “Blaire, there’s no way you’re playing in any more of this game” my coach said, and I felt my heart sink. I fought back tears of disappointment as my coach helped me to limp off the field. It was the first time in my life that I had sat on the bench for a game. I felt frustrated and angry, like all of my hard work was suddenly for nothing, as I sat with ice burning and numbing my knee it was so cold. Unfortunately, the next day was not much better. I was not able to walk, and limped around everywhere. My parents knew that something was seriously wrong because I was always one to shake things off and deal with the
Earlier in the spring I was playing a soccer game against the South Anchorage varsity soccer team. I was playing left midfield, taking the ball up the left side of the field when the other team’s right fullback stepped up to get the ball. I cut to the right and heard a loud snap that rung in my ears. I could not stand up. Every time I tried to move my leg, waves of pain pounded from my knee. I had to be carried off the pitch. I learned a few days later
In 2014 I was determined to make the high school soccer team. Every day at 8 am at the beginning of a dreadfully hot August morning, I would get to the turf fields for 4 hours and participate in “hell week”. After a long week, I made the JV team. I was never put into the game and felt like my hard work was put to no use. My sophomore year rolled around and I tried extra hard to impress the coaches. Anything and everything was a competition to make it to the top. By the end of the week, we all gathered around the paper that had names of the players who made it. I didn’t make the team. After tears and telling myself to move on, I went to the field hockey tryouts. I knew nothing about the sport and was terrified that soccer wasn’t my go-to
One of my earliest childhood memories was when I broke a bone.That was the second bone I had ever broken. Breaking a bone is one of the most painful things you will ever experience in life.
I can remember this night just like it was yesterday. It was a hot, humid Saturday night, in July, after my fifth grade year. It was two weeks after my birthday, which is June twenty-third. I had just got a new pair of skates. I didn’t think anything about checking the wheels on my skates or how loose they were or even if I could actually skate with them because I didn't have wooden floors at the times so If I skated it would have to be on the road, but that messes up the wheels, so I just waited for the day I came back skating to try them out. I’ve been skating since I was four, so wearing new skates isn’t going to be like a new day with new feet, well at least that’s what I thought. It was gonna be perfect, I was going
With the rest of the basketball girls from the surrounding area, I began summer basketball camp. There was a basketball tournament where we played 4 games in one day. During the game an opponent stole the ball, so I chased her down the court. Once I reached her under their basket, I tripped over her foot, fell, and heard something snap. I was absolutely freaking out. The referees ran down to me. All I could say was “Something popped! Something popped!” I couldn’t bend my leg at the knee, it was scary. I was brought to the main lobby to walk it off. I couldn’t bend my leg for two weeks.
“Hike” it was 5th grade recess and we were playing football. It was a beautiful August day, sunny and eighty five with a cool breeze. We were playing in the parking lot of the Oyster River Middle School. There were about twenty kids playing. Nobody had a certain route, we would just try to shake free and lose the defender as they looked for a pass from the quarterback. I was playing receiver. We all lined up at the line of scrimmage with the quarterback in the middle. I ran my post route that was already in my head. I was off and out into my route, sprinting straight and then a quick turn toward the school. Then, before I knew it, I was on the ground and so was someone else three feet away. I had ran into them. When I fell, I had
In the summer of 1995 I woke up in the middle of the night screaming in pain and holding my knee. My mom discovered a large lump bulging out the side of my right knee. The next morning my parents took me to the E.R. where they told us it was "growing pains" and thus sent us on our way with 200 mg of ibuprofen. That summer I was excited to join my first softball team. I soon found out I had to sit out on a lot of games because I was hurting. As a result my parents presumed I was making it up and thought I didn't want to play softball anymore.
I was trying out for the 16u Athletics and this would be my second season from the team because it was time to move from 14u to 16u. Finally, it was time for time trials and we had just gotten done warming up for practice. There was two people going ahead of me for our running times to first. I was now up and bolted from home to first and as soon as I felt my right leg hit the bag, it felt like my muscle was ripped from my leg and it hurt to take any more steps. I’ve never felt that kind of pain before and I may have overreacted in the moment, but that was a pain I will not forget. After I hit the bag, I trotted off and told and my coach I hurt my leg and he said to go sit down and the parents called my dad over. In that moment, I thought I tore my hamstring and I would have to go through physical training. As my dad was walking over, he was steaming because he knew I possibly tore my muscle from not drinking enough water and from swim earlier that day. At the time I did school swim and softball at the same time and my dad thought it was too much for me, but I chose to challenge that and pushed myself too far. So, we packed up my gear and he scolded me the entire car ride from tryouts saying I need to take better care of my body and take time to stretch. The good news from this is that it was only a tear and I could still play, but I had to take it
I didn’t care I still tried out. The cheers they had us do were easy the jumps were jumps I was doing in first grade. I made the team. I was happy even though deep down I was upset that I could be on the worst team in history. So as I started on the team, I soon realized that my idiot brother had no idea what he was talking about and it was a good team. I wanted to go back to my old coach so that I could learn how to do a back hand spring because everywhere I went I just couldn’t get myself to do it. Some coaches told me that it might be because I don’t trust them enough to do it. So I had a private class with her before her normal cheer practices. We were working on my round offs and cart wheels when she walked away to go answer her phone I went for my round off and didn’t land right and fell because it felt like my knee gave out. I got up and kept trying. When it was time for her teams to practice I was sitting on the floor in pain doing stretches with the girls thinking maybe if I just stretch it out itll feel better it didn’t I ignored it for a while till I went home and took my shoes off my foot swelled up like a balloon. I could barely walk
At the beginning of the game they punted the ball to my team. As I made my way down the field to block I turned around and was blindsided. I was swept off my feet and saw blood flying in the air, from my nose. I felt like life was going in slow motion as I was in the air. I heard the opposing coach tell his player that is what he wanted. I felt broken cause I knew the whole game they were out for my head. We had been losing for most of the game, but we had began to make our way back. We were playing good defense and my cousin was their quarterback, and we both had a lot of family at the game cheering us on. He had a breakaway run and was on his way to score, but me being so competitive I ran him down and tackled him. I had hit him out of bounds at the ten yard line. His team was furious that I had stopped him from scoring. On the next play two of their players had hit me high and low. As I want down there was a crowd of their players around me. As I began to get up their biggest player stepped on my knee and pushed down as hard as he could. I had a sharp pain go through my leg, and as I tried to get up I could not put any weight on my leg. I hobbled around and played the next play and called a timeout. I tried to walk off the field and I took a few steps and fell to the ground. My best friends dad, Tony, came over and helped me off the field. My mom knew something was wrong and the next day I
I would sit in my room at night and cry not understanding why I couldn’t just play through the injury. I knew I was done and that I’d never be able to play soccer again, and I didn’t mean anything to my team my teammates. I had lost my passion and my drive and had given up. My mind put me in a horrible place and I never thought things would ever get better in my
As I sit on the school bus headed home I am being choked by uneasiness. I should be ecstatic and celebrating the victory of opening night high school football like my teammates around me. It was my senior year; all the work I had done for the last three years would finally pay off as I became a starter and we were aiming to repeat as state champions. This was not the case as a high speed collision on kickoff caused my shoulder to dislocate. The stinging pain radiated across the right side of my body as trainers tried to put it back into place.
It was simple, at first thought, my career was over. As I was rushed to the hospital, I thought I was never going to play football again. The pain was so unbearable, that every bump in the road would sent a shooting pain throughout my leg. I was for certain that I would never return the field again.
I 've played soccer my whole life since I was three and have loved it every single year. I played on a non-comp team for the longest time which was a bad idea coming into high school ball. When I got to high school soccer everything changed. Soccer was so much different. I remember my first game first play i had the ball I got hit and i looked at my dad and he kinda shrugged. It took alot to learn how to play at this new level. I worked hard through freshman, sophomore, and junior year. Then came senior year. The season came around and my coach, coach fletcher, had big expectations for me. I suffered through soccer conditioning and lost a few pounds from it. But i 'm getting ahead of myself. the spring season before school ball was my biggest nightmare. I started out the season good. had a goal. But then it happened, I broke my collarbone, again. This time was my worst time yet. I was put as foward to let our forwards have a break. I don 't usually play here. I started out the half with a few opportunities but then the perfect ball was sent over by my defender. He sent the ball over and I took off. I ran as fast as lightning after that ball. I brought my foot back to take a shot and BAM!! I got hit with a shoulder from behind. I fell and felt a snap. I broke my collar bone for the 4th time. So I had to miss out on the rest of the season that spring. I came back for school ball and
It was the start of summer 2002, and the Mid America Youth Basketball (MAYB) national tournament was taking place in Andover, Kansas. Along with the rest of the team, I was excited to play some basketball for the first time since the middle school basketball season was over. Our team, Carlon Oil, had been together and played every summer for the last four years. We were a really good team, with an overall record of 65-4 over those four years and were hoping to continue our legacy. Lonnie Lollar, our coach for the summer, was also the coach of our high school basketball team. I had a history of groin injuries, and every summer it seemed that I would have to sit out at least a game on the bench icing my groin. But this summer was different, and I along with everyone in the gym wouldn't have expected my summer to end with a injury such as a broken leg.