Broken Bones on the Practice Field
On May 28, 2013 I tried out for my high school football team. Two years before that I had some feel of how it was in a helmet and pads. The feeling was great I loved the game and I couldn't wait for the next season. Come my 8th grade year Northeast didn’t allow middle school to have any involvement in sports. So over the whole winter break I prepared myself in the weight room. I got bigger, stronger, and faster I was ready for the last day of school to try out.
Finally it's time. I woke up that morning got my cleats ready and went off to school. It was a half day so I didn’t have long to wait. I was fitted for my pads in the locker room. The whole team hits the practice field to stretch and warm up. Next we learn the basic of hitting, then we work on angle hits. …show more content…
My name is called and my nurse says there's good news. My arm is fully healed and I finally get my cast taken off. I had so much relief as the cast was coming off. But one problem I wasn't cleared to play football I had to go threw the rest of the going to therapy.
Threw the rest of my summer I'm working on getting full strength back in my arm. I’m doing stretches to get my arm back to full rotation by doing pushups. Finally the end of my therapy is finished. I’ve reached full recovery and I'm clear to play any sports.
The downside of this I was sent to East. The thought of playing football came across my mind plenty of times. But not once did I put on football gear tell my junior year at Northeast. I hit the field again I loved the contact but once again I was hit hard.
It was a clean hit that got the wind knocked out of me. I had a really big bruise on the side of my stomach. I got it checked out and everything was fine. Thoughts began to go thru my mind about every playing football again. Like are sports for me was it not meant to
On May 28, 2013 I tried out for my high school football team. Two years before that I had some feel of how it was in a helmet and pads. The feeling was great I loved the game and I couldn't wait for the next season. Come my 8th grade year Northeast didn’t allow middle school to have any involvement in sports. So over the whole winter break I prepared myself in the weight room. I got bigger, stronger, and faster I was ready for the last day of school to try out.
Finally it's time. I woke up that morning got my cleats ready and went off to school. It was a half day so I didn’t have long to wait. I was fitted for my pads in the locker room. The whole team hits the practice field to stretch and warm up. Next we learn the basic of hitting, then we work on angle hits. …show more content…
My name is called and my nurse says there's good news. My arm is fully healed and I finally get my cast taken off. I had so much relief as the cast was coming off. But one problem I wasn't cleared to play football I had to go threw the rest of the going to therapy.
Threw the rest of my summer I'm working on getting full strength back in my arm. I’m doing stretches to get my arm back to full rotation by doing pushups. Finally the end of my therapy is finished. I’ve reached full recovery and I'm clear to play any sports.
The downside of this I was sent to East. The thought of playing football came across my mind plenty of times. But not once did I put on football gear tell my junior year at Northeast. I hit the field again I loved the contact but once again I was hit hard.
It was a clean hit that got the wind knocked out of me. I had a really big bruise on the side of my stomach. I got it checked out and everything was fine. Thoughts began to go thru my mind about every playing football again. Like are sports for me was it not meant to