I never thought I would overcome this. Feeling the pain surround me like a black fog. I wish I would have been more careful. My day started of like any other day, reading,writing and math class. It was gym time by the time it was 11 am right before lunch time. Finishing our last game before lining up I slowed down to a light jog. As my body took a sharp turn. I could feel as my ankle had a sharp pull. What happened? My ankle would start to throb in pain.
“Oww!” I exclaimed.
“Mr. Murphy! I just hurt my ankle and I have no idea what I did,” I said. “Hop onto the stage, I’ll take a look at it,” he said. Shortly after my ankles was elevated to reduce the swelling. As I could feel the pain running up my leg. The throbbing and pain got worse …show more content…
As if eye glanced were piercing through the back of my head. Feeling a burn through my head. As an ice pack was placed on my ankle, the cold rushing through my body. The coldness fighting against the swelling. About thirty minutes after just sitting and waiting my dad had arrived to pick me up. “What on earth happened?” he exclaimed. “ I don’t know, it just happened. I guess i was at the wrong place at the wrong time,” I murmured in a low voice trying to avoid his face of worry. As soon as I got home life had become ten times more harder. What was so easy for me that morning became my worst enemy. How do I get down these stairs? Well, I guess I just need to butt scoot. Arriving at the doctor's office so early in the morning was a struggle. As I hopped out of the elevator fresh smell of rubbing alcohol along with medicine. The crying and shrieks coming down from the hall, from babies in pain and discomfort. I could hear their pain and discomfort. As the nurse called my name I got a sick feeling in my gut and knew this wasn't going to end well. As I got examined I could do nothing but worry. “It’s a sprained ankle, I would give it about three weeks to recover,” the doctor …show more content…
I had got all types of weird faces. Sensing pain all over my body. The stabbing pain in my armpits was starting to drive me insane. I promised myself that I would try everything in my power to be able to try out for the team that year. For the following weeks all I could think were about track try-outs. It was almost as if it was eat, breathe, sleep, track.
Eventually I stopped using my crutches I still wore my air cast but my ankle had got much more stronger. As I got better it made me more happy but it wasn’t enough for me I wanted to be better. The second week I started to jog I could endure the pain but soon after I could feel sudden bolts of sharp pain. I knew I wasn't ready just yet. But, I knew I needed to keep working on my ankle. By the time I knew it, three weeks had come by quickly. The day had come that I had worked so hard to accomplish. Pouring every last drop of adrenaline into my tryouts.
We were all going to find out if we had made the team in a week. Everyday I had checked my email scared yet excited. The day had finally come with an email with the subject of track and field tryouts. As I opened the email my heart raced faster and faster. Scrolling down and looking at the roster without warning I saw my name. Screaming in joy and jumping up and down. I couldn't believe that I had made it onto the
“Oww!” I exclaimed.
“Mr. Murphy! I just hurt my ankle and I have no idea what I did,” I said. “Hop onto the stage, I’ll take a look at it,” he said. Shortly after my ankles was elevated to reduce the swelling. As I could feel the pain running up my leg. The throbbing and pain got worse …show more content…
As if eye glanced were piercing through the back of my head. Feeling a burn through my head. As an ice pack was placed on my ankle, the cold rushing through my body. The coldness fighting against the swelling. About thirty minutes after just sitting and waiting my dad had arrived to pick me up. “What on earth happened?” he exclaimed. “ I don’t know, it just happened. I guess i was at the wrong place at the wrong time,” I murmured in a low voice trying to avoid his face of worry. As soon as I got home life had become ten times more harder. What was so easy for me that morning became my worst enemy. How do I get down these stairs? Well, I guess I just need to butt scoot. Arriving at the doctor's office so early in the morning was a struggle. As I hopped out of the elevator fresh smell of rubbing alcohol along with medicine. The crying and shrieks coming down from the hall, from babies in pain and discomfort. I could hear their pain and discomfort. As the nurse called my name I got a sick feeling in my gut and knew this wasn't going to end well. As I got examined I could do nothing but worry. “It’s a sprained ankle, I would give it about three weeks to recover,” the doctor …show more content…
I had got all types of weird faces. Sensing pain all over my body. The stabbing pain in my armpits was starting to drive me insane. I promised myself that I would try everything in my power to be able to try out for the team that year. For the following weeks all I could think were about track try-outs. It was almost as if it was eat, breathe, sleep, track.
Eventually I stopped using my crutches I still wore my air cast but my ankle had got much more stronger. As I got better it made me more happy but it wasn’t enough for me I wanted to be better. The second week I started to jog I could endure the pain but soon after I could feel sudden bolts of sharp pain. I knew I wasn't ready just yet. But, I knew I needed to keep working on my ankle. By the time I knew it, three weeks had come by quickly. The day had come that I had worked so hard to accomplish. Pouring every last drop of adrenaline into my tryouts.
We were all going to find out if we had made the team in a week. Everyday I had checked my email scared yet excited. The day had finally come with an email with the subject of track and field tryouts. As I opened the email my heart raced faster and faster. Scrolling down and looking at the roster without warning I saw my name. Screaming in joy and jumping up and down. I couldn't believe that I had made it onto the