TheNightKing
J.A.P.A.N.
I was playing ball during lunch at a court outside of the job. My Achilles had been sore the prior 2 times I played but I refused to accept I was washed and thought it would get better the more I played.
Nope!
I tried to make a cut to the rim and heard a loud ass POP!
Sounded like a gunshot in the distance, but nah, it was my Achilles rupturing.
Didn't even know it happened so I took the next step on my still good right foot. When the left came back around I crumbled. Looked something like
Sat on the curb like I'm good, y'all go ahead and finish the game, still not accepting my fate.
When it was time to walk back in I had to give it up. Could barely move. Co-workers had to pull my car around and I drove to the Orthopedist.
Ended up getting casted and rolling on one of these for a few weeks:
You never feel as washed as you do when you riding one of these, smh.
And my Achilles still hurts every time I run and it's been 3 years now. Needless to say I hadn't played ball since either.
Nope!
I tried to make a cut to the rim and heard a loud ass POP!
Sounded like a gunshot in the distance, but nah, it was my Achilles rupturing.
Didn't even know it happened so I took the next step on my still good right foot. When the left came back around I crumbled. Looked something like
Sat on the curb like I'm good, y'all go ahead and finish the game, still not accepting my fate.
When it was time to walk back in I had to give it up. Could barely move. Co-workers had to pull my car around and I drove to the Orthopedist.
Ended up getting casted and rolling on one of these for a few weeks:
You never feel as washed as you do when you riding one of these, smh.
And my Achilles still hurts every time I run and it's been 3 years now. Needless to say I hadn't played ball since either.