24 hours ago I hit the Filthy 50 feeling good and ready to set a PR. 3..2…1..GO!
The box jumps were going smoothly as always until I popped off the box at rep 27, that’s when something went terribly wrong. I landed, felt a shock up my left leg, and I couldn’t jump. Having broken my ankles from soccer I looked down immediately thinking that I couldn’t feel my left foot because I had done it again.
I looked down, my left foot looked normal. I reached down and the bones were in place. That’s when I knew something was off. I felt a whole body numbness, everything around me went quite, and I was just confused. I couldn’t put any weight on my foot without it collapsing. I immediately sat down and the thought crossed my mind….I just tore my achilles.
I felt the back of my leg, and it was mushy. I even made a member feel the back of my right leg and then my left to make sure it wasn’t just me. Sure enough, there was nothing back there. After some convincing from my members I let them take me to the ER.
The took x-rays and the bones were fine ( I could have told them that). Upon physical tests the doc felt pretty confident it was torn and that surgery would be required. Of course, he had to refer me out to an ortho.
Everything began crashing through my head… my gym, my training, my sponsors etc. What would happen with it all if I have to have surgery. I quickly began sliding into a sad place and I couldn’t hold back the tears. That’s when my mother stepped in to remind me of the Rawlings family philosophy….
“You have 24 hours to feel sorry for your self and cry, and after that we move on!”
It’s official…. it’s been 24 hours, and I’m not to shed anymore tears of sadness. Time to rework the plan and keep moving forward.