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I remember last time I was on crutches. It was arguably the most horrible period of my life. This time around. I dunno I'm very content with everything. Granted this puts my whole college situation in trouble because they dont know if I can run again or not, I guess you can say I'm doing quite well. Ha, my dad is more angry about that I am. It puts his whole "Making Me Into a Champion" go down the dummps. Oh well such as life.
Its hard to believe that the only thing that like was bad about the school year so far for me was the pep rally. I had to talk and I had absolutely no idea what I was going to do until I got up there. Needless to say there were some pretty other bad pep rally things, but mine wasn't all to bad. I thought it was kinda funny and they gave their mandatory cheer. So I guess, in the end it all turned out well.
Then before I left 3 people (my dad, my trainer, and my anatomy teacher) told me not to do it (run). But if you know me, you know I'm stubborn and I said i would it anyway. I ran it slow out of caution and about 2 and a half miles into the race i felt like someone stabbed me in the foot and I tore another ligament or muscle or whatever.
Now the only thing I'm dreading is physical therapy. I know it may be painful. Extremely painful. I suppose I'm not helping it any not using the crutches. When I say I'm the worst person alive on crutches, that's an understatement. I miss having my foot, but when your day is like 4 studies, you learn to love it.
You know had this happened to me last year, which it did. I would have been so bummed out about it. I know this is going to sound retarded and corny, but I think I changed a lot this past summer. I learned to relax and not care as much. You can't control everything, so you might as well just go with the flow. That and well Aqua Teen (only lyke dA gr8test sh0w everrrrrrrrrrr!).
Anyway I'm back.
Its hard to believe that the only thing that like was bad about the school year so far for me was the pep rally. I had to talk and I had absolutely no idea what I was going to do until I got up there. Needless to say there were some pretty other bad pep rally things, but mine wasn't all to bad. I thought it was kinda funny and they gave their mandatory cheer. So I guess, in the end it all turned out well.
Then before I left 3 people (my dad, my trainer, and my anatomy teacher) told me not to do it (run). But if you know me, you know I'm stubborn and I said i would it anyway. I ran it slow out of caution and about 2 and a half miles into the race i felt like someone stabbed me in the foot and I tore another ligament or muscle or whatever.
Now the only thing I'm dreading is physical therapy. I know it may be painful. Extremely painful. I suppose I'm not helping it any not using the crutches. When I say I'm the worst person alive on crutches, that's an understatement. I miss having my foot, but when your day is like 4 studies, you learn to love it.
You know had this happened to me last year, which it did. I would have been so bummed out about it. I know this is going to sound retarded and corny, but I think I changed a lot this past summer. I learned to relax and not care as much. You can't control everything, so you might as well just go with the flow. That and well Aqua Teen (only lyke dA gr8test sh0w everrrrrrrrrrr!).
Anyway I'm back.