“Crack”, “click” was what I heard before the most excruciating pain I have ever felt filled my right knee. It was on October 7th, it was just weeks before my junior season was going to start. I was at Massillon Washington high school at wrestling practice like I was almost every day. I was drilling with the assistant coach Percy McGee hitting single legs which was my favorite move. About 40 seconds into the drill I hit another single and all of a sudden my knee locked at about 90 degrees. Unable to straighten my leg I became very panicked but my coach assured me that I would be ok. Little did he know that it was going to be a life altering injury. The next day I went to my doctor’s office to get my knee checked out (I was still worried because my knee was still …show more content…
In the beginning it was very hard to be recognized by the coaches at Tuslaw because the school is known for their wrestling. The community actually calls it the “legacy program”. A few weeks into season it was my time to show I was ready to be something great at this school. Wrestle offs began and I was competing for the starting spot at 195 pounds and my opponent was Scottie Wolheter the returning state qualifier from the year before. It was a hard fought battle after the first period I was down 2-0, after the second I was still down but this time it was 2-1, with short time left in the third period I got a takedown and was able to get the win 3-2. After a hard season it was time for sectionals. I was going in at 36-3. After two hard days I finished fourth which was very disappointing but I had to get ready for districts which was the following weekend. I go into districts mentally prepared to place and go to states. After another two hard fought days, once again I finished fourth. I was very disappointed in my results but at the same time I was very excited to be a state
We finished the season with one loss and we went into the tournament with our first game against Republic and we won pretty easy. We played against Bothwell in the final in Marquette. I was really nervous as I can remember and it was really hot in the gym. The game started and we were up by 4 at halftime. The second half started
During my final year of Cross Country around Regionals at Oglethorpe, I ran my final race for my high school career. Banks County was nearly number one in the State, the furthest we had ever ranked in history, and spirit and hopes for State Championship were high. I was nervous, like nobody’s business, I had messed up during my senior night because I was upset for my parents for not showing up and escorting me. And I was scared that I was going to do horribly. But as I ran, I realized that if I let my past mistakes and failures hold me back or get in my way, so I ran, harder and better than I ever had before and apparently even beat a “skinny kid”.
1 I woke up monday morning with the one thought in my mind - Rye Neck. We had gone all the way last year to the section final with them, and after me hitting the pipe in the final minutes to win it, they scored on the counterattack and won the the section. I had never experienced a loss like this one. I was the kid on the team who before the season started, no one really knew if I was good or not.
I was sitting on the edge of my bed. I did not think about the way I was sitting. My left foot was on the ground and my right foot resting on my left knee. All of sudden it happened, I dislocated my right knee, again. After almost two years since I last injured my knee, it happened again.
That day I tore my Anterior Crucial Ligament in my left knee. This injury not only meant that I could not play volleyball from 6 to 9 months, it meant that I would have to get surgery to fix it. This was devastating to me because volleyball has been my entire life for as long as I can remember. I have been working my whole life to be the best that I can be at it. However, having this injury prevented me from being able to get better at volleyball.
The knee injuries I got but never wanted Imagine you’re back in the 7th grade. It 's spring sports season and you 're finally able to be on the school 's softball team. There are no tryouts, so you make the 7th-grade team. You 've played softball since you were in the 3rd grade and tee-ball prior to that.
Athletic training and sports medicine has always been a passion of mine. Second semester, my freshman year in high school was when I first began to work with the varsity softball team and tryout for the high school team. While participating on this team, I was also working with a travel team for the summer. At practice for my summer team, the day before the season started for my high school team, was one of the most traumatic experiences I 've every gone through in my whole life. Half way through the scrimmage at practice, I was running the bases when I felt a “pop” in my leg and immediately collapsed and screamed for help.
I had placed 1st in class D and 3rd in sectionals and I was the first alternate for states. This means that if one kid in my weight class didn’t make weight I would be wrestling in his spot. I never got to wrestle but it was a good thing because I wouldn’t have been able to make weight. After the normal season ended I gained 20 pounds in three
Friday, April 19, 2013, took place when I was in fifth grade, a month away from leaving the elementary school I had grown to love. I woke up later than normal because I had an operation scheduled for my knee, for it had loose ligaments that caused the kneecap to slip out of place. The first time that my kneecap popped out of joint took place when I stepped down the stairs at my grandma’s house on a cold November night. From that point on, I had to be extra careful in gym class. One time I ended up kicking a ball in Big Base and fell down because my knee had popped.
I don’t consider my knee issue to be tragic in the scheme of life. It’s just a sports injury, I will live; it will get better. I’m already back running track and I will be under fifty-seconds
We played and practiced our hearts out and at the end of the season, came home with a 2nd place trophy. It was bittersweet, but we knew that next year was our year. Most of us played together all summer and when tryouts came around I put myself comfortably into the 2nd bag position. I won a few tournaments, and also lead my team to win larger division tournaments, where we played with schools that had 30-40 times as many students as we did. I just knew we would bring home the gold this year!
It was a crispy cool day in 2008. I was only five years old. We were in the most important soccer game of the year. It was very important for us to win. As we warmed up before the game I twisted my ankle and it was hard for me to walk.
That I was mad at myself for ignoring the pain, for trying to push past it, which resulted in my needing a cast. Something always hurts during a race, my lungs, my arms, my shins, or my knee. It made it even worse, however, when I missed the championship of cross country and the trip to Federations, knowing that it was partially my fault. I made a countdown for my cast, spending my days wishing it would come off sooner, and appreciating the fact that it was not permanent. All of these things brought me to a realization that will be with me, throughout the rest of my
After running a short distance in practice, my knee spontaneously gave out without any physical contact to provoke it. It seemed to be okay, as I could walk on it easily, but I came to find out that it was a season-ending injury. I received this news, and an influx of emotions hit me like a truck. Why did it happen? How could I let my community down?
The next time I was given a choice between a pig stuffed animal and frog stuffed animal and I picked the pig stuffed animal. The doctor told my mom that the bones being bruised was better and worse than the bones being broken. Short term it was worse because it was a longer healing process. Longer term it was better because my shin and knee would have been more vulnerable to breaks in the future if I had broken it then. The healing took a long time like the doctor said.