I want to start having a a reflection part of my week/month with my blog. I feel like this will help me to stay up with my blog, since ...let's be real...its hard for me to do! I want to start with 3 words to describe the week.
This week could be described two different ways...either horrible, sad and bummed OR and my most preferred way to describe it crazy, stupid and fantastic!
Monday I hurt my knee in a volleyball alumni game. I coach at my old high school and thought it would be very fun to get a bunch of us old volleyball players that graduated (from all different years) and play against the current varsity team as a fundraiser for the program. I got a lot of response and excitement about the idea. All of us alumni were worried and making jokes about getting hurt, mainly regarding our old injuries. During our warm ups we do some digging (defensive passing if you aren't up with volleyball lingo), some hitting and lastly serving. During hitting lines is when my injury occurred. I went up to hit and came down funny on my knee. It buckled right underneath me. After my friend, our school athletic trainer, checked it out and did some treatment on it, I buckled it again. Unaware of how knee injuries go seeing as I've never had one, I didn't/don't know maneuver very well considering. So I went off with crutches, a beauty of a knee brace and some doctor's numbers which she highly recommended. I am still waiting on an MRI (tomorrow) but the consensus is that I tore my ACL. What the what!?!?!?! Not impressed!!!
So to sum up the week....
Crazy- I truly love working out, so I'm not crazy out of shape. And doing something (like hitting) I was used to doing a million and a half times not too long ago, I get hurt. I mean I really haven't been out of the volleyball scene that long!!!
Stupid- How I felt/feel about the situation still. Knowing that it will be a longer recovery than I really wanted/hoped for is still hard for me to cope with. I feel a little silly having to re-learn how to do the simple things (i.e. showering, laundry, getting dressed, etc).
Fantastic- With every hard time there is a little gleam of brightness. I have always appreciated my family and husband (even if I don't show it), but this has truly shown me their love for me. They are willing to take me anywhere I want, get anything I need and help keep me sane. I don't know how I would do this on my own and honestly I'm so happy I don't have to!!!
This whole situation reminds me of a quote I love and have held onto for a while without completely understanding the meaning. "A smooth sea never made a skillful mariner."
