Watching From the Sidelines My senior year of high school I played rugby , the summer prior of my senior year was get up run two or three miles , take a shower or bath, watch T.V or read a book, and then work on speed and agility training. This continued for about two months before school started. I became the fastest and quickest player on the team. I put everything I had into rugby that summer, but rugby wasn’t very kind back. It was my second year playing rugby I was already fit and in shape from training that summer. We were in the middle of the second semester when rugby was going to start. We had practices on Tuesday and Thursday from four-thirty to seven. Finally Tuesday was here our first practice, after school I drove to the field where we practiced on. When …show more content…
everybody got there, coach made us run, hitting drills, and last a game to end it to see how everyone was doing. It was school yard picking, I was first. After the two captains picked the rest of the team we started.
The other team kicked off right to me. I ran doing Jukes and spins down the field to their 10 yard line. One of my teammates picked the ball and jumped into the try zone for the score. If you scored it was make it, take it. They kick off again not meaning to right to me again. I started to run and out of the blue a random player hits me from behind and falls with me to the ground. I knew something was bad because I heard a loud noise like a gunshot when I hit the ground. My left ankle was fine but my right just was like a three-ton rock being thrown on me and couldn’t hold it. I tried to shake it off but the pain was too great so sat down the rest of our little game. After it had ended I went home took a long hot bath with some slats for the swelling. Later that night I put my ankle in an ice bucket for good measure, then went to sleep. I thought it was fine so I put off the doctor for now. Practices and games went by like nothing now since I could not take part in them. After going home from a practice I thought maybe I should go to the doctor but I have not gone to the doctor in like ten years or so. That night I did my usual routine did my
homework, took a hot bath, put my ankle in cold water, and went to sleep. Waking that morning I knew something was wrong when I did not see any progress in my ankle. So putting off going to the doctor office for another two weeks. At our third to last game, I watched my team play a game I wish I could have, South Doyle the best in Tennessee, they have gone to nationals three times. It killed me not being able to do something I love. Just watching it all go down and then it finally hit way haven’t I gone the doctor yet. So the next day I went to the doctor and he said I had a slight tear in my Achilles heel but he said if I had come sooner I would have been able to play in the last of my games. If I had a time machine or anything to get to back and tell myself go to the doctor now even if it was to trade my soul I would have. Don’t let this happen to you go to the doctor, don’t be me and put if off forever.
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
attention. The Athletic Trainer will tell you to get the injury checked out by going to the hospital and
One of my favorite memories in my sports career was in the third grade, being the first year I played tackle football instead of flag football. This transition was a huge step for me because at such a young age I have never had much contact before. On the fifth day of practice after completing the conditioning our coach yelled, “time to hit!” Being a bunch of little kids we all screamed with extreme joy as this is the first time we get to tackle each other. My face grew the biggest smile as I was up first to tackle one of teammates. Our coach explained the
Once I could bend my knee again, I started playing sports again. I took a break from basketball, but I kept up with softball and volleyball. My knee didn’t feel quite the same, but I thought that would pass. During my volleyball camp at Olivet Nazarene University, I was jumping up to block and when I landed my knee buckled and I knocked over my friend Christie. I could not believe this happened again! After I couldn’t get up, once again, the coach insisted that I go and see Ozzy, the trainer. He checked out my knee and thought I had torn my meniscus(the cartilage in the knee joint) and possibly had a small tear in my MCL(the inside tendon of the knee). He insisted that I go to O.A.K. Orthopedics (a health care office that includes 8 orthopedic surgeons) to see Dr. Ellis.
The summer before my fourth grade year I was attending a basketball camp at Davidson College, when in the final seconds of a scrimmage game, my ankle was kicked out from under me. I immediately fell to the ground in pain as my ankle rolled over on itself. Coaches aided me in limping off of the court and to the training room
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
I am an undocumented student at UC Davis. When I am asked a simple question such as, "describe your personal experiences", I ask myself: Where do I begin?
It was game night and I was amped to be a part of the football team, I had waited a long time to be a part of the Southeast Trojans’ team! I was a little unsure though because I had missed three days of practice this week and I knew that Coach didn’t play that. When I got to the locker room to get dressed, Coach told me to see him once I got dressed out. I got scared right away because I didn’t know what he was going to say or do to me because I knew in the back of my mind that it was about me missing practice. When I was dressed out, I went in to see Coach. He said, “DaTrevion, have a seat and let me speak with you.” I replied, “Yes sir.” Coach then proceeded to tell me, “Trey, I am disappointed that you have missed practice every day
This is a set-up far a careless injury. Pain indicates a problem. You need to pay attention to warning signs your body provides. Fair Sport Sport is kept fair by segmenting only certain groups of people to play against others: Men and women do not face each other, unless in mixed gender sports.
Everything was fine, until one afternoon, it was the 75th minute of a soccer game, I went up for a ball in the air, but when I landed my leg twisted and someone else landed on my leg breaking it. I was screaming to the guy to get off my leg, I was not sad, but mad because my leg broke again. I was living a nightmare once again. The doctor said that my leg become fragile from the first time I broke it. The doctor also said that soccer was a bad idea to play. I did not pay attention to the doctor, but I knew he was
It all started on a sunny day in February. It was the 2nd to be exact. I remember it like it was yesterday. As I walked into school everyone on the team was hyped up for the game. I also think it was the fact that morning practices were about to be over with. It was the day we traveled to Clear Lake. The last time we had played Clear Lake, they beat us by 1 on a game winning three-pointer. It was probably our saddest loss of the season.
Last year was actually one of my best years in high school. I was much more focused on passing and getting into my books but I was more focused on getting everything done. My junior and sophomore year were pretty much tied in together since I was trying to get everything done to be in my right graduating class my senior year. I wanted to make sure that I got all of the credits I needed to graduate with my class. Last year I was in the tenth grade because I did not do so good in my ninth grade year the first time so I had to repeat the ninth grade because of this last year was a lot tougher than it probably should have been. That made no difference in how dedicated I was to do everything I had to do to get thirteen credits by the end of the year.
Everyone loves a thrill. We watch movies that make us rethink what is in the dark with us, jump off of bridges and cliffs with our only savior being a bungee cord that may or may not be 10 years old, and we create gravity defying, speeding cars without motors and brakes. The crazy thing is, we do it all for fun. I, however, didn’t have a fun time when I went on a roller coaster that went upside down for the first time.
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.
Immediately, I knew I had done something very wrong to my foot. At this point I had two options: tell my coach and give up the meet, or continue through the pain. There wasn’t even a choice, of course I was not going to give up all my hard work now, so I continued to practice that night despite my pain. The pain was horrible, but nothing I couldn’t ignore in order to be the best. After practice, we