Blog 6: my story
We are being asked to share a story
about the topic we chose. I chose health and fitness. Thinking about this topic
brings many flashbacks to my head. However, I think I would like to talk about
the time when I got the clear to do physical activity again. I used to be a
really athletic person, soccer and softball was my life. Every day it consisted
of me being outdoor or inside practicing these skills. It was around August of
my senior year in high school when things started changing for me. This was the
time when pre works out for soccer were starting and then try outs would come
next. Knowing it was my senior year playing varsity with all my friends I could
not be more excited, it was my year, my last year doing this. During this time,
the days of running and kicking the ball around on the field became harder and
harder for me to accomplish. I would cry about the pain I was in. I complained
as though my body was shutting down. My bones in my arms and legs could not
stand the activity this is when I knew I had a real problem at hand. I would
get shooting pains through them, not being able to use my muscles. I was unable
to hold something for longer than 2 minutes without dropping the object.
Walking or standing for longer than 10 minutes was not possible either. I began
missing more and more days of school because I was unable to hold the pencils
and take notes and do the work that was assigned. Everything I did became a
challenge for me. I felt useless. However,
after many long months of doctor visits and medicine after medicine, things
finally began to improve and I got the energy and strength back to do
activities. I got the okay to do physical activity. I remember being so excited
to actually go for a run and do any sort of physical activity. It was September
27th and I was finally able to go to the gym nine months later on my
own. No one knew how happy and excited that had made me. I had gained unnecessary
weight from getting sick that all I wanted to do was loose what had been added
on. I wanted to feel confident with myself and not be ashamed. I remember walking
into the gym door knowing I got this. The doctors gave me the okay but I knew I
still had to take it light because my strength was still not all there. That
was beside the point though, I remember do some cardio exercises to then
lifting some weights. I began to go every day/night. I was so sore for the
longest time because of not doing anything but resting for so long. Although I was
so sore I enjoyed it, I was satisfied with the pain because it was a good kind
of pain not like what I went through. I still have my issues with my health but
am finally able to control and handle the pain and take the medicine to help. I
think this is why I really am excited to blog about this topic because it
defiantly hits home to me.