I posted a thread two weeks ago after I seperated my shoulder in a Judo tournament about when do you know its time to call it quits. I'm still recovering from my injury but have gone back to the gym during my regular practice hours to do sit ups and ride the stationary bike to keep in condition and out of habit. The only problem is that its really hard to watch the rest of the Judo club working out especially sparring and not being able to go out there. Its very hard talking about going to tournaments and thinking I might never be able to do competitive Judo again. Just wondering how the rest of y'all deal with having to sit on the sidelines while your team is playing.
Wow, I guess no one else has ever had sports injury. Did I mention that I was eating a big ass gordita while nairing my sack waiting for a girl at a bus stop?
Because of my back I really can't do anything anymore. I cant skate, play basketball, etc. If I do I have to be very careful and know I am taking a chance. But I can still jog and exercise if I don't make any sudden movements. You just have to be thankful for what you can do and for what you still have I guess.
I never ever wanted to quote Sheryl Crow, but she was right about this... It's not having what you want. It's wanting what you've got.
I had to face reality many years ago that the more I played basketball the more I would continue to get hurt. I've had surgeries for a torn ACL and a broken/dislocated finger. My biggest fear was tearing my achilles tendon. Luckily that never happened. Now I just golf and even that gets me sore. I'm horrible about warming up and stretching and know that is a big cause.
Those who can't do, teach. You don't have to compete, to be part of the team. If all else fails, buy some more nair.
I tore my ACL 5 years ago and was out for over 9 months and didn't start playing competitively for 16 months or so. I had to rehab my ass off and that's how I kept busy but nothing compares to being out there on the field competing. It can be frustrating but you just gotta keeping working hard to try to get back out there.
The only lingering "injury" I ever had during sports was bronchitis during football this year. Really bad bronchitis. To deal with it,my coach didn't make me practice for half the year, but I still played in every game. I thought I was going to die after one game, and had to go to the emergency room when I got home at about 2 a.m. It sucked, but I missed practice time. It does suck having to step away from a sport. I love football, but since I'm a 190 lb. guard, there is no way I can play in college. If I weighed 50-60 more pounds, I'm sure I could make a division II or III college roster. That's the part that sucks.
I was in-and-out of a MWF noontime basketball game that began in 1975. In when I could and out when job or family responsibilities compromised my ability to be there. I dropped out in 1999 when my 5YO daughter was born. I made a comeback in June/July of 2003. On September 15 of 2003 I tore my patella tendon off my knee and cracked the tip of my patella off playing basketball. 8 hours in the ER. Under the knife at 8PM and out of the hospital by noon the next day. It took me until about December to be able to get around without brace or crutch. I probably played about 10,000 full-court games to 15 there over the years. I really miss it, but I tore my body up: fractured ankle, numerous back injuries, and ultimately the knee which probably spells my end. The doctors say that I could go back and play, but I feel it is just too risky at this time. I'm self-employed with 4 kids and can't afford too much down time due to injuries. I'm on the email list, so I get to keep up with events there and I see a few of the guys off court, but I was really looking forward to a long-term comeback when I started back in 2003. Alas... Maybe you could become a judge/referee which would keep you close to the competition?
I already ref kids competitions but I have a hard being a ref since I'm one those who beyatch about the refs. Everytime I make a call part of me wants to yell "Foul! Where was the call on Finley standing out of bounds you dumbass!" Now there's a thought!
That's the woman who carried me inside her for 12 months. Well I came out at nine months then went back in for three more.
