I am legitimately sad (was going to use the word depressed but that was too strong of a word) about my sprained ankle. It’s been a solid 5 weeks and it still hasn’t healed completely. Sprained ankles are talked about so much that when someone gets one, it doesn’t seem like a big deal. But it is. It really is and it hurts both physically and emotionally. All I ever think and dream about is playing basketball, jumping to get a rebound, making jump shots, or sprinting and cutting to the rim. But I can’t do any of that and it just kills me. I’m physically handicapped and my mood has plummeted, because exercise, which is a big part of my life, has been restrained.
I go to the gym and I can’t do half of my workouts. I had so many plans for this summer, like working out with my UCLA friends and getting them into shape for the summer, doing extensive leg exercises so I can achieve my dream of dunking, and learning how to dance through youtube tutorials; but all of that went down the drain during Finals week when I landed on my ankle playing basketball. I hate this. I hate this so much. I hate the fact that there’s a limit placed on me, and there is no way to break it. I feel so caged and miserable and all I want to do is just exercise. I’ve never thought about it before, but I guess I took having two perfectly capable legs for granted.