Rugby

So ever since I moved to surrey, Ive never really had a thing; a thing that I was good at, and enjoyed beyond all belief. That is except for rugby. I don't think I would be where I am today if it wasn't for rugby. Some of my best friends, and life expierences, have come frommthe sport.

So last march I suffered an injury beyond anything I really had faced. It was a game against semiahmoo, the second game of the season. It seemed harmless, just an ankle injury, bu it was something more. I love my team and was not going to sacrifice our season for my own health. Stupid choice I know...

So I struggled through the rest of the season, and I really mean struggled. I never have told anyone just how bad this injury was. At the time I just wanted to finish the season, and if my parents knew they wouldn't have let me continue. For a solid three monthes after my accident I was popping tylenol, like a lot. My parents didn't know, or my coaches, they all thought it was a mild twist or sprain. The fact is, I could barely walk. Every single step was torture. But I didn't show the pain. I couldn't let myself down

So i've stopped playing rugby for around 4 monthes now, and am starting to learn the extent of my foolishness. My ankle still hurts, it's done, finished, totalled, wrecked. I never went to a doctor, and feel it's too late. Any doctor will think I'm retarded for putting it off so long.

So rugby season is starting, and I've been wanting to play, but for some reason I don't feel the same way. I don't know if it's fear or just a lack of the same passion I had before. I just can't draw myself to go to practice. I want to, but something in my head keeps telling me NO, so I'm lost. Rugby has been so good for me but if my true wish is to stop playing, maybe I should follow my consious.

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