My whole life I have been really into sports, whether that was watching them with my dad and brother or playing them myself. Growing up I played a range of sports; flag football, soccer, gymnastics, softball, volleyball, cheer leading, and basketball.
Being that I played all of these sports you’d think that I’d be really good, but that’s not the case. I’m pretty terrible at every sport I play. I’m six feet tall so you might think that I’d have an advantage, I could jump higher, run faster, be stronger, but no, defiantly not the case.
Over the years of playing all these sports, I feel like I haven’t improved. That everyone else around me was thriving and I was just stuck in the shadows, playing the same way for 10 years. I push myself for greatness but the reality of it is is that I’m just not cut out for it. I have often thought about why I play sports. Do I even like the game? Am I just wasting my time and effort? What would happen if I just quit?
All of these thing were put into perspective lately. I’m currently in my junior year of High school, and I play volleyball, basketball, and cheer leading. It was about halfway through fall sports season when it happened. I sprained my tibiofibular, calcaneofibular, and deltoid ligaments in my right ankle. I was put in a cast for two weeks, and then in an air walking boot for two weeks. Now I have therapy twice a week for a month. Sitting out for over a month now, watching games and practices put everything into perspective. I love the sports I play, the only time that I’m wasting is when I’m not playing sports, and if I quit I would be miserable on the side lines wishing that I was playing.
Sports have impacted my life in so many positive ways. A fellow classmate became my best friend, I learned discipline and how to respect adults, I am more responsible, and overall sports made me a better person. Even though sports can be very time consuming, and often frustrating, at the end of the day, I’m glad I play them.