In March, I found myself in the unusual position of flying a stunt at cheerleading practice. As I began my ascension, I felt something slip underneath my foot. I subsequently began a six foot free fall towards the unforgiving blue mat below. The crash that followed left me lying on the floor in a haze. As the …show more content…
Ha! Get it?” I wiped my tears and we laughed on the way to urgent care the next morning.
The following weekend, my team was scheduled to compete at a national competition in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. Although it was unclear at first if I would be capable of performing with my team, I wanted to follow through with my commitment. In the practices prior, I geared up by staying positive. My coach pushed me across the floor in a wheelchair on my first day back. My teammate handed me a pair of pompons so I could do the cheer from the sidelines. My entire team laughed at my medication induced behavior, and once I had rested enough to stop taking it, we laughed about it again.
That saturday morning, I ran onto the mat with determination in my eyes. My team set with our heads down and we embarked on our adventure, yelling Black and gold. My head popped up with an effervescent smile, Here we go, Topsail High. I made the first step of our cheer, black and gold. Right then, my decision was final. It was time to push past the pain and enjoy the experience. In those two minutes, my team performed a perfect routine. In those same two minutes, I also went against medical advice to return to sports. Thus, worsening the damage to my tailbone I will likely deal with for the rest of my life. This easily could have been a time of strife, had I chosen to view it that