Bloodied, Bruised, and Thankful

February 1st, 2018

As an athlete, I was always the scrappy player. What I lack in bulk, I make up for in hustle, drive, and a high pain tolerance. Consequently, as a young athlete, knees were always scabbed up throughout basketball season and shins were spotted with bruises during spring soccer. I became a pro at taping ankles, tolerating ice baths, and hiding injuries from my (understandably) concerned mom.

There were several painful setbacks during high school and college that temporarily changed my role from a player to a bench cheerleader. Although serious injuries were a nightmare for me as a young athlete, I now see how much of a blessing each of those obstacles was.

Filed under injuries, excuses, rebah.