"You never know you are ready unless you go out there and try it." said She, The Ortho Surgeon who gave me my legs back last summer with an ACL reconstruction.
My third point playing, I am feeling good, about having scored the first I played and making an assist in the second.
There is a turn around by the opposition near our endzone. The woman handler on our team picks up the disc. I set up the deep run and cut back in. Running in the path of the white disc in an Attempt to reduce the distance I make haste like a person with a rapacious appetite having been kept away from his desert by the waiting staff.
I leap in the air off of my right foot towards the last few yards. Because now running is too slow. I am wolfish and my need is not just get it but to absolutely get it faster. I grab the disc mid flight, and land on my left foot a few milliseconds before my right is slated to land and support the weakling leading the charge.
In those milliseconds , an impact worth three times my body weight jars my left knee into submission. trying buckles inwards and I hear a snap nay..a crack of a whip and I tumble like a house of cards.
Instinctively I roll after the tumble. A roll that took me through a state of paranoia try to comprehend what had just happened. A knee that buckled inwards and a cracking noise. Is it the case of the cruciates again. I pushed my self off my hands dropped the disc and jogged off the field. I convinced others, and myself that no harm was done. Aah but the paranoia will it haunt me forever every time I get out on the field.
My third point playing, I am feeling good, about having scored the first I played and making an assist in the second.
There is a turn around by the opposition near our endzone. The woman handler on our team picks up the disc. I set up the deep run and cut back in. Running in the path of the white disc in an Attempt to reduce the distance I make haste like a person with a rapacious appetite having been kept away from his desert by the waiting staff.
I leap in the air off of my right foot towards the last few yards. Because now running is too slow. I am wolfish and my need is not just get it but to absolutely get it faster. I grab the disc mid flight, and land on my left foot a few milliseconds before my right is slated to land and support the weakling leading the charge.
In those milliseconds , an impact worth three times my body weight jars my left knee into submission. trying buckles inwards and I hear a snap nay..a crack of a whip and I tumble like a house of cards.
Instinctively I roll after the tumble. A roll that took me through a state of paranoia try to comprehend what had just happened. A knee that buckled inwards and a cracking noise. Is it the case of the cruciates again. I pushed my self off my hands dropped the disc and jogged off the field. I convinced others, and myself that no harm was done. Aah but the paranoia will it haunt me forever every time I get out on the field.
