But being the stubborn inpatient impulsive person, I can’t wait for a total recovery and did sport prematurely. You guessed it, time and again, my knee failed to support me and went tumbling down like fatass Humpty Dumpty and suffered pain all over again. Dumbass, you say. Yes, it might be. But I rather choose pain than going senile. Yes, I am a sadist idiot.
During the testing times, I tried to adapt to the newly implied limit. In sports, instead of being the offensive hard line bulldozer, I was obliged to be an unnoticed stealthy silent turtle in games. In daily life, instead of the usually steroid-charged (not literally) aggressor, I learned to diminish the tempo. It is sort of a torment for a need-for-speed guy. But then again, it can be a blessing in disguise. My chance of a cardio arrest is probably lessened.
ACL casualty, Michael Owen, as motivator.
(above) Owen with ACL tear during 2006 Euro
(below) Owen scoring just this weekend for Newcastle.
Lately, I noticed improvements in my movements especially in sports. I felt a sense of contribution to the last few games I played since the occurred injury. But it did not come suddenly. Confidence is like the Roman Empire. They don't suddenly appear.
Combined with the adaptation made during the recovery period, I see a wider dimension and a better reading of my activities. And yeah, I learned my lesson, my friends should be grateful that I can walk with them, not in front them like I once did.
Again, life goes on. And I am blogging this out of office boredom and the Internet line out and with inadequate motivation to work. As if my boss cares.
Eu out.
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