This one major setback in my life all consists this one medical incident that changed my life completely. Panting, looking at the clock five, three, two. I made it just in time. The horn from the clock awakens the gym, leaving us clueless wondering if we all made the suicides before the time ceased . I look to my left and to my right my teammates are all winded. The Coach’s lips puckered as he began to blow the whistle. I start to run but my quadriceps are becoming inflamed. My subconscious tells me I can't give up, I won't! As i was running i began to think of nothing but my goal to complete this running drill before the buzzer went off. I made it but I began to feel less comfortable with standing, my biceps were cramping more rapidly . I totally ignored the contractions of the cramps. and went straight to pushups. We completed over one thousand push-ups that evening. This basketball workout took a heavy toll on my body, therefore causing my inner struggle to begin.
I began to wake up, the pain I was feeling throughout my whole body was unbearable. Lying in a hospital bed, stiff as an ironing board waiting patiently. Hoping whenever the doctor gets back with the diagnosis, I get to finally understand whats going on with my body. Furthermore, the doctor unraveled to me news that i didn't want to believe, news that any16 year old as bustling as me would accept. A few doubts remained in the back of my mind, there was no way I could go weeks without exercise or let alone basketball. I’ve prayed hoping that this was just a one time incident, maybe i just overworked myself that one time. I’ve been caught between a rock and a hard place.
I generally felt a keen yearning for stepping foot in a gym, or maybe running a mile or two. This hospital room was so minuscule and dreary I could think of nothing but home or what you guys call a gymnasium. My Mom went over a heavy amount of alternative activities with me and all of them seemed but surreal. My Dad tried to rationalize with me but I wasn't buying it. I found my passion and i couldn't easily find a new one. I've been playing basketball since I was three years old. My Parents spent countless hours on taking time out of their busy schedules to take me to practice, tournaments, spending money I knew they didn't have to make sure I had a jersey, a hotel and great trainers. I've traveled far and for the love of the sport, I overworked my body and put myself in this situation, I felt like a failure to my coaches and especially to my little brother that looks so highly of me. pondering to myself is this it? All of those years spent in the gym, finally comes to an end. Monotony
In my head at that moment I realized that I couldn't just quit, I couldn't end what I assumed God put me on this earth to do. So I buckled down and started going back to the gym, getting reps up, swimming and other slight riggurouse activities. Tryouts came around the corner quickly, my confidence was through the roof. I was prepared and knew what roadblocks i would have to encounter during the process. At this point all of my friends at tryouts assumed I quit basketball and didn't think I was worth conversing with either. However, my ambition and hunger was the medicine for this journey, I was in the best shape of my life, my mind was in the right place, no doubt crossed my mind at all.
On my way home from the last tryout, I began to feel the inflammation of every muscle in my body. Since this happened before I already knew what the outcome of my night would look like. I hate hospitals so I tried to just wait out the pain and hide it. My Dad realizes I could barely move my arms and legs so he knocked on my door and says come on grab your bag and laptop. That was the worst day of my life, I’ve established a great name for myself on the court that night and was hoping to play the season but it took this long to grasp an understanding of not being able to play basketball anymore.
The major setback of my junior year instilled a stronger will in me to find happiness and a hard work ethic outside of basketball. This major challenge that surprisingly sprung into my life encouraged me to want to be successful and find another passion in college to pursue . After this happened I found other stress outlets such as working, taking more time for homework, and studying. This sporadic event pushed me to become the person I am today. A diagnosis doesn't define who I am and what I am.
Growing up with a lot of adversity assembled me for the real world .
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