Right at this moment, I’m writing this with one hand… why? Ohhh because I sprained my arm.
Just seven days before a meet… no biggy! I’m not allowed to do anything for 48 hours and I can’t tumble, I can’t vault, and I can’t dance. I really can’t do anything… for longer than that because it has to heal… bleh!
I just wanted to go to gym from 1-7pm so I could be more ready for the competition not so I couldn’t go… stupid me I mixed the two up, it happens. I least I get the time to study, so that’s good.
When it happened, I really wanted to get up and say I was okay like I always do. This time I couldn’t get myself to move. I just held my arm and cried. My coach finally got me up and ice it.
My other coach came up to me and asked “what happened?… Are you okay, you never cry.” I say I’m fine, she reaches for my arm and says “can you you straighten it?” … ” no, but that’s not the point… I’m fine, I can practice.” She looks at me and says “no, call your mom and go to the er, just to be safe.” I say “okay…”
The thing was when I fell I felt like I was in a movie, it was weird. When I got to the er I was just making jokes and having a good old time.
It sucks, but that doesn’t mean my life can’t be great without a good arm. Do I mess out on a lot? Sure. But I also get time to myself and to be honest I need a break. Just so you know that’s all it is ( a break.) I’m not giving up on this meet season. I’m too stubborn to do so.