For the first time in my school's history, we were in good standings in district, tied for third place. We were considered the underdogs and were expected to lose every game. Thus far we were proving the critics wrong and beating the odds. It was the first practice of the second round of district, which wasn’t anything special, it was just like every other practice we’ve had. Once everyone was in the gym we started to warm up, soon, We came upon our last drill of our warm up, I was running to the basket from half court calling for the ball so that I could rip to the basket past my defender and score, like I’ve done many times before. I could smell the leather of the basketball, I could feel its rigid texture in between my fingertips. I had
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I looked down how much damage was done, I noticed my ankle swelled up and turned a dark violet. I could hardly put any weight on it, so I was wheeled off in a wheel chair into the training room. I felt so frustrated and in utter disbelief because this wasn’t supposed to happen to me. This was supposed to be our year to rise to the top. Me being a key player, I feel like I let my team down. Spraining my ankle was not only difficult physically, but also mentally. I had to overcome the negative thoughts I had towards myself. I was constantly fighting with myself mentally trying to convince myself that I was going to be okay, but there was this constant doubt in the back of my head overpowering the positive reinforcements that I was getting from myself and others, which resulted in me getting very somber and crestfallen. Mentally I had to train myself to be positive and look at the bright side of this injury. I had to believe that I was going to come back stronger than ever.
Through that process I learned a lot about myself, I didn’t realize how strong I was till being strong was the only option I had. I got tough mentally and got myself back in shape. The next basketball season, my senior year, we went to the playoffs for the first time in my school's history. Needless to say this injury was a blessing in
I looked down how much damage was done, I noticed my ankle swelled up and turned a dark violet. I could hardly put any weight on it, so I was wheeled off in a wheel chair into the training room. I felt so frustrated and in utter disbelief because this wasn’t supposed to happen to me. This was supposed to be our year to rise to the top. Me being a key player, I feel like I let my team down. Spraining my ankle was not only difficult physically, but also mentally. I had to overcome the negative thoughts I had towards myself. I was constantly fighting with myself mentally trying to convince myself that I was going to be okay, but there was this constant doubt in the back of my head overpowering the positive reinforcements that I was getting from myself and others, which resulted in me getting very somber and crestfallen. Mentally I had to train myself to be positive and look at the bright side of this injury. I had to believe that I was going to come back stronger than ever.
Through that process I learned a lot about myself, I didn’t realize how strong I was till being strong was the only option I had. I got tough mentally and got myself back in shape. The next basketball season, my senior year, we went to the playoffs for the first time in my school's history. Needless to say this injury was a blessing in