{"id":36561,"date":"2018-11-13T16:36:44","date_gmt":"2018-11-13T21:36:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.studentlife.utoronto.ca\/lifeatuoft\/?p=36561"},"modified":"2018-11-13T16:36:44","modified_gmt":"2018-11-13T21:36:44","slug":"what-my-injury-has-taught-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.studentlife.utoronto.ca\/lifeatuoft\/2018\/11\/13\/what-my-injury-has-taught-me\/","title":{"rendered":"What my injury has taught me"},"content":{"rendered":"Although I\u2019ve been active most of my life, I don\u2019t know that I\u2019d necessarily consider myself an athlete. However, I was involved in many different sports and activities growing up. I danced from the age of three until I was 10, doing everything from ballet and tap to jazz and contemporary. I loved leaping across the floor and adored all the cool outfits we got to wear for recitals, but I\u2019ll admit, dancing was not my natural talent. Next, I played softball for four years and then came competitive swimming for another four. I loved swimming, always pushing myself to go faster and further every practice, trying to outrace my own personal record. Then came tennis. I played for my high school team, and we ended every practice with a mile run, which doesn\u2019t sound like much, but after doing intense drills under the hot California sun, it felt like torture. And yet, throughout my lifetime of being active, I had never once injured myself. Sure, I\u2019d probably pulled a muscle here and there, but never anything a bit of ice and a day of rest couldn\u2019t fix.\r\n\r\n
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Me in my tennis days<\/figcaption><\/figure>\r\n\r\nWhen my involvement in extracurricular sports and activities died down near the end of high school, I started working out more, which I\u2019ve kept up (on and off, I\u2019ll admit) through university. This summer, I decided I wanted to try running consistently to see if I could get myself into better shape. I went for a run two days in a row and on my second run, I decided to go uphill. It was a bit tougher than I expected and my legs hurt, but I just figured I would be sore the next day and that would be that. But when I woke up the next morning and stepped out of bed, my right hip felt like it was out of place and every step I took was excruciating. I tried doing stretches on my own, but after a week, I was still in pain.\r\n\r\nI eventually began seeing a physiotherapist and after assessing me, he said I had what\u2019s called a hip impingement. Basically, my hip feels tweaked every now and then and I have to stretch and strengthen it to eventually resolve this. It has now been six months since I injured my hip and I still experience pain from time to time, making it difficult to walk.\r\n\r\nI never imagined that I would ever injure myself. I thought that injuries were reserved for competitive athletes who pushed their limits every single day, their bodies finally fighting back. I\u2019d been athletic my whole life, never once hurting myself and I think that made me feel invincible. But I pushed myself past my personal limits and my body couldn\u2019t handle it. Since this experience, I\u2019ve found a new appreciation for my body. Now, every time I exercise, I feel so grateful for just how much my body can do. I\u2019ve had to confront the fact that although I\u2019m young and relatively healthy, I\u2019m nowhere close to invincible and need to respect my own limits.\r\n

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