Tennis became the subject of my passion in the years leading up to high school. For two hours, four days a week, I submerged myself into clinics, private lessons, and match play. There was no limit to where I would push myself both physically and mentally in order to become a strong athlete. However, my greatest pain wasn’t from the burning concrete of the courts or the sun which would blind me every time that I looked up to return a lob. Instead it was the aching that was beginning to develop in my hips.
Every dash to the net from the baseline of the court resulted in a sharp throb that would occur deep within my bones as each stride made contact with the firm, 78-foot-long court. Mistaking ignorance for grit, I chose to ignore this discomfort. I deemed seeing my name on the roster for the girl’s high school tennis team as my reward for enduring such pain my freshman year. Yet I wasn’t able to ignore the problem for long.
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As I raced to the net I felt a sudden snag and then a pop as my right leg began to slide out beneath me. As with my opponent and I, the pain and humiliation were equally matched. The game could not be continued, and my last chance to finish the season strong was gone. The next day I found myself sitting in the doctor’s office waiting for the results of the x-ray of my hips. The verdict was hip dysplasia, words that were only familiar to me because my golden retriever received the same diagnosis. I became aware that my hip sockets were too shallow to support the femoral head of my bones. This resulted in arthritis and the inevitable deterioration of my joints from constant friction. That day two things were made clear: my dog and I had more in common than our love for chasing after a neon ball, and I was not physically cleared to play tennis my junior
During the earlier years of my tennis career, about the age of seven, my parents had learned of a nearby organization at Watkins Park Maryland. The organization was known as the Prince George’s Tennis and Education Foundation. It was here where I began to make my largest strides in my life, both academically and athletically.
“Oh no, please don’t tell me this is happening. Mom, can I just skip this tournament?” I pleaded, “There is absolutely no hope for me.” Being the dramatic person I am, I lamented the imminent end of my tennis career. I went into the tournament with an expectation of failure. I started the match by accidentally whacking the ball over the fence, tripping on my own feet rushing to end the point. The little confidence I had when going into the match dissipated within a few minutes. I continued the match pondering how to angle my racket to put spin on the ball. Every time I failed, I blamed it on the high skill level of my opponent. Unsurprisingly, I lost in an hour. When looking back on that match, I realized that it could have gone differently had I not brought myself down before. My lack of
Need Statement: Many of us are going into the PT/OT career field and if we have a better understanding of tennis, maybe it can help us when dealing with patient’s injuries.
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