Catabolism In Soccer

For the next week or so, i started participating in activities like basketball and football, just to pass the time. A few days before my classes started I was playing basketball and I went up for a rebound and when i landed, i fell on my ankle the wrong

Growing up in a house with all boys in Drexel Hill, Pennsylvania, I was taught to be tough and injuries were very common but easily shaken off. When it came to sports, I would put all my time and effort into one thing: soccer. Soccer was always a true passion of mine; as a matter of fact, it was more of a lifestyle than just a sport. I would spend weekends traveling around my local area playing the game I loved with people I enjoyed being with. My teammates became like my second family after countless seasons and we did almost everything together off the soccer field. The idea of putting on my jersey and lacing up my cleats was a moment I would not trade for the world and something I would never take for granted.

The passion around the world when it comes to the game of soccer is immeasurable. Known as football in all other nations except Canada and the United States, it is undoubtedly the most popular sport in the world. It is a game played by millions all across the world and in many countries, such as Brazil, soccer contributes to nationalism. Every four years it brings numerous nations together. This coming together, during what is known as the World Cup, is the most viewed sporting event across the globe. Soccer is a sport that has survived many

He was getting closer to the goal than I was comfortable with, so I stepped in front of him and cut him off. When I did this, he made a 180 degree turn up the field and so did I. I tried to at least. There was a gaping hole in the field, one much too big than there should have been. I planted my right foot to make the cut and it all went downhill from there. My ankle twisted and I heard all sorts of disgusting noises. It snapped, it cracked and it popped. As soon as my back hit the pitch I tried to get back up, but I couldn’t. At this point, I knew that my senior soccer season was over and my last chance at beating those people who were so mean to me had slipped right through my

By this time I would be on the track getting my workout in to run the 300 hurdles. I was solid in that event, but the events I took the most pride in was the 400 and the 4 by 4. It had been a rough ending to basketball season but this would be the major turning point for me. I could make it all up by going to state. My track coach knew my coach from middle school so she has heard quite a bit about me. I never really had training or anything I just ran at first. I started to do summer training and ran with a local track team. Coach George wanted me to run the 200. It was new to me so we trained in the mornings before school. She bought in the assistant coach and he had me and few more girls lined up on the track. He wanted us to stand side by side and sprint out and merge into lane one. It was kind of crazy because we were all kind of jumbled up together. The first time as I merged into lane one my legs tripped another girl and she fell so I felt bad. So the third time I tried to make sure I didn't trip anyone up because my legs were so long. I dodge tripping the same girl but I almost hit another. By the fourth time I was really just over it, I jerked my body one way and my hip went the other. I ended up limping to the finish line. I thought it was just a little kink and I could just pop it out. I was completely wrong. It was way worse than the ankle injury. I guess it was a sign from good telling me to

In all levels of sport, involvement there is a high incidence of injuries that are bound to occur. These injuries can range in severity, from simple cuts and bruises to season or even career ending injuries. In many cases, the injured athlete is initially assessed and diagnosed with whatever ailment they may have. Next, the athlete is treated for that injury whether it be surgery, physical therapy, or both and then is given time to physically recover from that injury. This execution of treatment is known as the biomedical model, which the majority of physicians in today’s practice use. This plan seems to be universal and effective in many cases. What many

The pain was nothing like I had ever felt before. I had never broken a bone so I didn’t know it would hurt like this. It felt as if the world’s strongest person had just punched me in the lower back. At the time the pain was shooting all the way from the bottom of my tailbone to my mid-back. There was a tear running down my face. Everyone on my team, and all the parents on the sidelines, knew Iam injured. They knew this because I would never cry during a soccer game unless I was in pain.

Two years ago on a crisp October afternoon following school, I walked to the training room expecting a normal day for us. There would be the tapping of ankles, wrist, and thumbs, along with rehabilitation exercises and the whines and complains of athletes who would sit in the whirlpool for various injuries. After changing into sports medicine attire and putting my books up I was asked to take a framed object next door to the athletic director’s office. While patiently waiting for him to finish a meeting with

Soccer is my passion because it has given me so many opportunities in life and I have most of my best memories from playing soccer. Ever since I was young years old soccer has been my number one sport, I have played other sports like basketball, softball, volleyball and tennis but soccer has been the main one that has stuck with me. Soccer has benefited my life in so many ways it has helped me stay in shape, meet new people, go to places I have never been before, taught me how to be a great leader, improved my reaction skills and fastened my decision making skills in tough situations. This sport has relieved my stress lowered my anxiety levels and overall has made me a happier person. Soccer has helped me so much with my anxiety and I am thankful

The most vivid injury in my mind is one that still shows today on my right ankle.

When I first started playing basketball my seventh grade year, I was playing power forward for the entire year. The team had a tournament one weekend against multiple different schools. In one of the games the team played Ottawa. Our point guard tried shooting a three-pointer and she missed. I jumped to get the rebound, and a girl from the opposing team hit me out of the air and I ended up having my ankle stepped on, causing it to break. This took me out for the rest of the tournament and the rest of the season. I was on crutches for two weeks and then I was put in a boot for a couple more weeks.

Growing up a cheerleader and eventually becoming a dancer, one of the biggest bodily issues I always had to deal with, was ankle pain. From falling, to landing a jump or tumbling pass incorrectly, pain would surround my ankle, even if the pain only lasted for a couple of hours. It was always so interesting to me how, even by doing the simplest movements, I could cause myself to gain ankle pain in a blink of an eye. I have always experienced minor ankle pain, but I never experienced chronic ankle pain until last semester. By landing from a jump wrong, I sprained my right ankle for the first time. While recovering from the sprain, I ended up spraining my left ankle as well. I had to deal with ankle pain for a whole month and a half, and it

The next day came and I woke up to my mom helping me get up to get in the car to drive 45 minutes from home to attend to an appointment my mom made with an Orthopedic specialist. Luckily, my mom knew the doctor and he told her to have me come immediately. The doctor’s office was so cold but maybe I was also just so anxious to find out what was wrong with my ankle. Was my ankle fractured? Or was my ankle broken? I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I couldn’t stop thinking about the news I was just about to receive because I knew it was more than just a fracture. I wish it was all just a dream but it came to turn out that my ankle was more than just

We were only 20 minutes into the game when things turned bad. My team had possession of the ball, the ball came rolling in my direction and I knew I had to go into this tackle. Being the aggressive player I am, I went into it full speed with the girl on the other team not knowing what was about to happen. I heard a crack and tumbled over onto my side in agony not knowing what I’ve done. I slowly get up seeing if I can put pressure on my ankle that is already swelling up like a balloon. I wince in pain as I slowly walk of the field so the game can continue on without me. As the game goes on I keep telling myself and my team i’m fine so they put me back into the game even though it hurt so bad and I couldn’t even believe I could walk on it. As the game comes to an end I wobble off the field and go home after playing

I saw my coach walk towards me but tears were dripping down my face. She asked what happened then I heard a snap! I knew it came from my ankle because there was a sharp pain.