It's frustrating. It's a scenario that I hate to find myself in, but I found myself there nonetheless -- sitting on the sidelines and not being able to help my soccer team. I'm sure if you play any type of sport you can understand where I'm coming from. It's that helpless feeling. It's knowing that you can't play, but the will to play consumes you.
Sunday the air was crisp. The sun was shining just enough to keep me warm. It was a perfect day for soccer. I carefully applied the snazzy new ankle brace that I had gotten from the doctor several days before. I got on the field and tested out my right ankle, I could run with the brace on. Mission accomplished. Or so I thought. The game started. I felt really good. I was playing defense which is sort of my comfort spot. In high school, I played for a competitive team called RYSA. My coached pushed me. He made me a better player although I never agreed with his methods. He showed me how to play defense. He drilled it into my skull. It's not my favorite position, but I can play it with great confidence. I felt good about the game. I felt good about the way my team was playing. And then it happened. I twisted my left ankle. My poor left foot has gone through so much this season. And just like that, I was out for the rest of the game. Doomed to sit on the sidelines with an ice pack and a permanent frustrated look on my face.
I said all that to say that my ankle feels better today. My right ankle is a little jealous of the attention I'm giving to my left ankle but she is doing fine. (yes my right ankle is a girl) I was pretty tough on my body this weekend. Friday I went hiking, and Saturday I was second shooter at a wedding, and Sunday I tried to kill my ankle. So there you have it. My weekend in a nutshell. No blog is any fun without pictures, so here are a few.
Joey and me at the top!
my mom and me with leaf lips
Climbing.
beautiful bride
This made me laugh
