Played in a game of 2-v-2 and two games of 3-v-3's. The game took some toll on legs. Right ankle and left knee to be specific. All the twist and turns. Sudden halts. Jumps and lands.
Well, that's how it all came about. So, how did my injuries even started. I should say it started gradually. Since 15, when I started playing basketball everyday, for 4 hours under the searing sun. All those sudden and intense runs, they took their toll on my legs. With extra Frisbee training, it got worse. During my peak, which started around 17 and ended when I was 18, I was able to go game after game. Playing the full 2 hours, running consecutively without even taking a moment to breathe.
It was probably then that I adopted a bad technique of jumping and landing on my left leg first. It must have taken a toll on my heavy and unforgiving weight. My left knee goes weak sometimes when I run or jog, to the extent that I lose the energy to even stand. As for my right ankle, I twisted it on multiple occasions, never sought any professional medical assistance. Thus I'm paying for my own mistakes for not treating it.
And yea. Here I am. =)
~ I used to play as hard as I could, defying my limits, striving for perfection. All these to impress her. My ex. She knows about my injuries and tried to convince me to not push so hard. But I always replied yes but pushed myself even harder the next time. That's because I really liked the fact that she cared, I wanted to stay injured so she'd always be concerned for me. Stupid me. Haha. Dumb and innocent. Well, also the fact that I wanted her to know at least I was able to play basketball with above average standards. ~
Those were the days. =) I'm suffering the consequences. But I wish that she still watches and cares for me.
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