I have grown up watching my sisters run cross-country, so when it came time for me to participate in a sport it just seemed natural to pick cross-country. So starting in the seventh grade I started to run cross-country and I enjoyed every aspect of the team, until one day I started to feel an immense amount of pain in my right hip. After talking with my coach and parents I was off to the chiropractor who told me that my hip had popped out of place. Even after the doctor would put my hip back in place it would just come right back out, and eventually other problems related to my hip started. So naturally I was told to stop running and I was put into physical therapy and had many different doctor visits until the summer of freshman year. At this time my hip felt great and my doctors had cleared me to run, so I went for it. To my immense disappointment all of my summer training went out the window when I started to feel excruciating pain in my hip, which also left me unable to compete. By not being able to participate in the sport I loved I felt like I had failed at being an athlete. …show more content…
So after three months my doctor decided that I needed to go to see a doctor who specializes in orthopedic hip surgery. By the time that I was able to see the surgeon I was frustrated and tired of being in pain, so when he evaluated me and gave me the news that I needed surgery I felt relieved. When my first surgery came the doctor found that my hip had more problems than he had anticipated which lead to two more surgeries that left me in a wheelchair for an entire summer, and also in constant physical
When we got there, it went downhill fast. It turns out that I had a problem with my hip. A hip problem that was either caused by a prior strep throat infection, which could destroy my hip joint in less than twenty-four hours. If it were that, it would require surgery. Or, it was a joint inflammation that was common in young girls.
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
The transition from eighth grade to ninth grade is one of the most difficult but unforgettable things a student must do in his adolescence. For me, it was filled with new opportunities of taking Ap classes and joining clubs. One of these cubs was Youth and Government (Y&G). For as long as I can remember my brother, Riad, has boasted about how amazing Y&G is and how it has changed his life. My brother is three years older then me, so as a freshman he was a senior in Y&G.
After I was told that I was devastated and wanted to give up but I knew as a Tigerette I was held to a standard that I needed to reach and not give up. I worked hard everyday until the week of my surdry and was ready to get back a few weeks later and all of the work that I had been doing made up for me not being able to do any type of lower body workouts. As the season started I got released and keep reaching to the standards of a tigerette and was able to place second at regionals that year and make it on to state placing eleventh place my junior year. As my senior year was coming to a start I had trouble with my knee and wasn’t able to squat or deadlift what I did in the following
Make sure you do physical therapy and go slow into your return to sports. If you return too early it will put you at a greater risk for reinjury which could further lead to bad knee problems like osteoarthritis. Osteoarthritis can cause your life to be very
I went through several misdiagnoses before finally being diagnosed with osteoid osteoma, a tumor within the hip socket. Doctors also found that I suffered from femoral acetabular impingement, where the ball did not fit properly into the hip socket causing extreme discomfort and inflammation of the tumor. Both conditions required an invasive hip surgery followed by a year-long recovery. The highly specialized surgery had to take place in at Scottish Rite Children’s Hospital in Dallas, Texas. My family was still living below the poverty line at the time and struggled to raise the funds to transport me to Dallas.
As the summer wore on, I began to experience hip pain. It was only minor and I thought nothing of it. I had aches and pains all the time, and they had always gone away on their own before. This pain was different though, it didn’t go away. Cross country season rolled around and the pain was still there.
During my senior year, there was a new sport being introduce to my school. The ladies’ soccer coach, Mrs. Taft decided to start a cross country team. I knew this was nothing compared to my evening jogs at home, so I was not so sure if I was willing to try out for the team. I knew a majority of the soccer players would participate, and I knew I did not have as much potential as they did.
I broke my tibia, fibula and cracked my platelet in my ankle. My mom rushed me to a hospital where we waited two hours for me to be seen. After a while my mom got frustrated and very impatient she then helped me back into the car and rushed me to children’s hospital where they wheeled me to an emergency room and put me to sleep. They began to place my bones back into place.
In 2014, I entered my freshman year of high school. One of best friends was on the cross country team and he convinced me to join. I never pictured myself as a runner let alone that I would wind up loving it. I had been in a rut for quite a while before that. I had been sick during the winter
The next morning we stretched and got on to the field, we walked in amazement on how many different types of people there were and how big the track actually felt. Well, I ran and did not fare too well…considering the fact that my parents were not there to cheer me on when I need it most. I figured my day was over and the only thing that was left was going home with not just a loss but guilt too. Little did I know that the day was not over yet. In order to stay on the field I needed to be running in an event, and a spot had just opened.
When we got to the hospital, I walked through the emergency room, but the surgical waiting room was closed. My mom and I were confused because I was my doctor 's first patient. When they opened the door the receptionist quickly gave me the paperwork and I started to fill them out. I freak out while I was filling out the papers because they had written out that I tore my right ACL when I tore my left ACL. I went to the counter and told the receptionist “ Excuse me ma 'am, the information on the forms are wrong.”
As I think about it now, I matured alongside our growing and developing cross-country program. Young and perhaps more than a bit naive, I thought that my chosen sport would be a breeze. I loved to run, but after my first practice, I felt the physical exertion demanded by the sport. This was no casual jog around my gated community; this was real and every fiber of my being understood it. Throughout my freshman year, I worked hard, and my efforts were rewarded when I earned a place in an international athletic tournament (AASCA).
During the last few months of fifth grade I had nearly lost a leg. Fifth grade is a weird time in elementary school. Students feel ready to go to middle school, but are not there yet. I was in pain.
My answer was the same each time, “I would never even consider doing cross country, that's not going to happen. Sophomore year started and again I put myself through the pressures of making a soccer team. That year, the program cut 21 girls and I was put on a team mostly filled with freshman. I was devastated by this because I had worked relentlessly for four months during soccer pre-season