Since
the age of seven, tennis has been my life. I constantly
practice everyday after school and on weekends to prepare
for monthly tournaments. In essence, my life revolves around
my tennis achievements as I strive to become better, and
it has been a long-held dream of mine to play professionally.
I could not expect one fateful morning to change everything.
It was during a sunny
morning in May of last year when a surprising jolt of pain
startled my focus. Playing in an important tournament at
my hometown, I started my first match with a biting pain
in my lower back. Oblivious of the seriousness in the pain,
I did not know that I had fractured a bone in the left lower
side of my back. I, consequently, decided to continue the
match despite the discomfort. Shockingly, my body would
not let me construe any power for a shot, for the pain reminded
me of its presence after every slight movement. I walked
off the court a winner, nonetheless, but the throbbing pain
remained. At the time, unfortunately, I was told that the
pain appeared to be nothing more than a muscle cramp. It
was a mutual decision, therefore, that I should continue
playing in my subsequent matches. Every successive match,
the fracture refused to subside, and I was only surviving
on pure heart. Literally falling to the ground after every
shot, I somehow managed to persevere through the incredible
hardship. My tired legs and aching muscles were solely driven
by my newfound emotional strength. As a result, I had the
best tournament yet by making it to the finals after five
previous battles.
With summer in view,
I planned on training especially hard. My plan met reality,
however, when I realized that my back injury was much more
than a simple muscle sprain. I was forced to retire from
a tournament in early June, as I again felt a shot of pain
during a match. The injury conquered the rest of my untimely
summer, as I was prohibited from playing in order for the
fracture to heal. It is during these times that a player
can truly reflect on his or her passion for the game, for
I had a pristine sense of appreciation for my life in tennis
because it was taken away from me. By the end of the summer,
I longed for the chance to play once again. I wanted to
come back and start hitting as I once could, but my wish
was stifled. Time controlled me now, and my body would have
to return in gradual steps. Despite the break from play,
my back was still suffering in its weak state. I was frustrated
and angry because I felt the same ache everywhere I went,
and I wondered why the pain could not just go away.
After trying to play
in a few tournaments upon my return, I realized that my
quickness and strength were not the same as before. Furthermore,
my shoulder muscle began to hurt every time I served. I
was now battling through two injuries; my talent was fading.
It seemed as if my fate was telling me to quit, but I refused
to surrender. I decided to get professional help from a
local fitness center, in an effort to strengthen my back
and eventually rid me of the pain. I was promised that my
body could become better than ever if I worked hard enough.
Tennis would have to wait.
I have now been working
with my personal trainer, Jerry, for the past 2 months,
and it has been the most grueling workout I have ever experienced.
I learn the specific exercises I must do to stay healthy
and each one requires me to use every ounce of my heart.
My wrist currently has a tendon strain from practicing school
tennis, but I look at the injury with indifference. The
combination of injuries is frustrating, but I constantly
treat them as much as I can. I will continue to work hard
at school along with tennis and rehabilitation in hopes
for a better future. I have come to believe that only I
can choose the path of my future, and despite the aggravation,
I thank my injuries for helping me bolster that self-confidence.
I live in pain, but I know it's better to persevere than
to fade away.