Most people hear about sports injuries in football, soccer, or basketball. People hear about football concussions, soccer player tearing their ACL’s, and basketb all player twisting their ankles. But really has anyone heard about a
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rack and
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ield
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njury? I have not until it happened to me. In May, at the end of my 10 th grade track season at
Sunnydale
High School, I was at
Peachtree
University
,
a state track meet; all of my friends were there from different cities, schools, and counties.
The day of the track meet, the track team was leaving
Sunnydale
High School at two o’clock in the morning. As the team was boarding the bus, I knew I was i n for a long trip. The morning was very dark and humid; I could barely see where I was …show more content…
After I signed in, I took that slow and cautious journey to the starting line. I noticed that everybody was in the stadium looking at this one par ticular race, my race, so I blocked everybody out of my mind and just focused on myself and that finish line. The man yelled, o n your mark, get set and he popped the gun. I was off like a lightening bolt. I zipped around the curve to the st raight away. I told myself to go faster, and then I see a girl to my right. We re near the finish line; then she tripped. I was like o h no
,
s he grabbed my right arm and then I went down.
We fell hard across the finish line. Th e girl’s left leg somehow came across my right leg; the spikes in the bottom of her shoes got embedded in my left thigh. She snatched her foot out and blood went everywhere. As I was sliding, my back and my right arm were torn apart by the track. I was really bleeding more than ever that day. My skin was burning, and my uniform was soaked with blood. I heard the girl crying and screaming; she was apologizing to me in her high pitched scratchy voice, but I was not paying her any attention, I was in too much pain.
While I was lying there, I was asking myself how and why did this happen
T
rack and
F
ield
I
njury? I have not until it happened to me. In May, at the end of my 10 th grade track season at
Sunnydale
High School, I was at
Peachtree
University
,
a state track meet; all of my friends were there from different cities, schools, and counties.
The day of the track meet, the track team was leaving
Sunnydale
High School at two o’clock in the morning. As the team was boarding the bus, I knew I was i n for a long trip. The morning was very dark and humid; I could barely see where I was …show more content…
After I signed in, I took that slow and cautious journey to the starting line. I noticed that everybody was in the stadium looking at this one par ticular race, my race, so I blocked everybody out of my mind and just focused on myself and that finish line. The man yelled, o n your mark, get set and he popped the gun. I was off like a lightening bolt. I zipped around the curve to the st raight away. I told myself to go faster, and then I see a girl to my right. We re near the finish line; then she tripped. I was like o h no
,
s he grabbed my right arm and then I went down.
We fell hard across the finish line. Th e girl’s left leg somehow came across my right leg; the spikes in the bottom of her shoes got embedded in my left thigh. She snatched her foot out and blood went everywhere. As I was sliding, my back and my right arm were torn apart by the track. I was really bleeding more than ever that day. My skin was burning, and my uniform was soaked with blood. I heard the girl crying and screaming; she was apologizing to me in her high pitched scratchy voice, but I was not paying her any attention, I was in too much pain.
While I was lying there, I was asking myself how and why did this happen