Track...Smack
K is running track this year. This is our first time doing sports since the basket ball incident when she was 6. Let's just say she was there purely for the social aspect and would stand in the middle of the court as the game went on around her talking with her friends. I swore at that moment that I would NEVER let her play sports again! Well here we are 5 almost 6 years later and we are giving her a second shot. Hopefully this won't be like the sewing lesson debacle of 2005 when I walked past the lesson room and saw her sitting on the floor pressing the foot pedal while her project sped through the feed dogs unattended! Let's just pray this will not be like the great violin mishap of 2009 when she swore that her life's dream was to play the violin and then decided after 2 lessons it wasn't for her but she had to finish out the year and it was pure torture for us!
So after several failed attempts at extra curricular activities we are trying again. We paid the fee, we bought the gear, and she had her first practice yesterday. This is what she looked like 30 seconds into practice
This was just during warm up. They have a cement track at her school, the coach told all of the 6th and 7th graders to run a couple of laps (that's about 50-60 kids). K was in the front of the pack and when they started all the kids behind her started pushing. Now mind you this was not even a race only WARM UP! She fell and then they proceeded to run over her, literally! She has a huge scrape on her knee, her arm, hands, shoulder blade, back and hip. They even stepped on her head. Seriously people this was just WARM UP! With blood gushing down her leg she hobbled up and her coach told her to go and see the nurse, she said no she was fine, luckily the coach persisted (the blood was running into her shoe) and she went and got bandaged up. Poor thing I don't know how she will do in practice today since she can barely put weight on it, it's swollen and bruised.
Now let's see if we can make some comparison's. When I was 8 I wanted piano lessons so bad. My parents rented a piano from a local shop and started me with lessons. I was quite good actually but hated every minute of it. I'm sure that I tortured my parents almost to death until they finally gave in and let me be. I really wish they had pushed.
When I was 9 I wanted to play softball like my friends desperately. So mom signed me up, paid the money, bought the cleats, and every day I was out there with my losing team picking clovers in the field. I don't think I got on base ONCE! I don't think I ever even made connection with the ball. My team won one game because the other team forfeited!
Also when I was 9 I decided that riding my skateboard on my knees was a good idea, really it was a shorter distance to fall if I lost my balance. Little did I realize that my FACE would be the first thing to hit the cement. I hit a huge crack in the sidewalk and down I went, face first. The whole right side of my face was left behind on that sidewalk, it's probably still there. I walk into my house face bleeding and my dad starts cracking up. The motto in our house was, "It's not funny until someone get's hurt, then it's hilarious!". That took a few weeks to heal. The stares of the people at stores and school was awful. I looked like a freak of nature.
Let's not forget the great Cherry Drop scandal of 1984. I was in the 4th grade and it was cool to play on the bars at school. I wanted to master the Cherry Drop, that was where you swung from your knees on the bar and when you got high enough you let go with your legs, and in a perfect world landed on your feet! Well people my world is NOT perfect and I was scared that I would land on my head so I had my friend hold my hand and instead of lifting me up she yanked me down...there went the left side of my face. Yes! Literally the left side of my face was now scraped off by the sand in the playground. Again weeks of recovery and looking like Frankenstein.
Oh, let's not forget the horrible knee scraping of 1993, yes I was 18 years old. I was running at the lake in my hometown and fell and scraped my knee, I still have the hugest scar from that , it oozed green nasties for weeks. My mom finally took me to the Dr. because we thought it was infected, the nurse actually laughed when my mom told her I was 18 years old, she was expecting an 8 year old not a college student!
Really the list could go on FOREVER! So I feel K's pain, I know what she is going through, I'm just glad my mom did not have a camera, or a blog when I was little!!
Here's to hoping that her track experience is positive and she will kick some boot-ay!
So after several failed attempts at extra curricular activities we are trying again. We paid the fee, we bought the gear, and she had her first practice yesterday. This is what she looked like 30 seconds into practice
This was just during warm up. They have a cement track at her school, the coach told all of the 6th and 7th graders to run a couple of laps (that's about 50-60 kids). K was in the front of the pack and when they started all the kids behind her started pushing. Now mind you this was not even a race only WARM UP! She fell and then they proceeded to run over her, literally! She has a huge scrape on her knee, her arm, hands, shoulder blade, back and hip. They even stepped on her head. Seriously people this was just WARM UP! With blood gushing down her leg she hobbled up and her coach told her to go and see the nurse, she said no she was fine, luckily the coach persisted (the blood was running into her shoe) and she went and got bandaged up. Poor thing I don't know how she will do in practice today since she can barely put weight on it, it's swollen and bruised.
Now let's see if we can make some comparison's. When I was 8 I wanted piano lessons so bad. My parents rented a piano from a local shop and started me with lessons. I was quite good actually but hated every minute of it. I'm sure that I tortured my parents almost to death until they finally gave in and let me be. I really wish they had pushed.
When I was 9 I wanted to play softball like my friends desperately. So mom signed me up, paid the money, bought the cleats, and every day I was out there with my losing team picking clovers in the field. I don't think I got on base ONCE! I don't think I ever even made connection with the ball. My team won one game because the other team forfeited!
Also when I was 9 I decided that riding my skateboard on my knees was a good idea, really it was a shorter distance to fall if I lost my balance. Little did I realize that my FACE would be the first thing to hit the cement. I hit a huge crack in the sidewalk and down I went, face first. The whole right side of my face was left behind on that sidewalk, it's probably still there. I walk into my house face bleeding and my dad starts cracking up. The motto in our house was, "It's not funny until someone get's hurt, then it's hilarious!". That took a few weeks to heal. The stares of the people at stores and school was awful. I looked like a freak of nature.
Let's not forget the great Cherry Drop scandal of 1984. I was in the 4th grade and it was cool to play on the bars at school. I wanted to master the Cherry Drop, that was where you swung from your knees on the bar and when you got high enough you let go with your legs, and in a perfect world landed on your feet! Well people my world is NOT perfect and I was scared that I would land on my head so I had my friend hold my hand and instead of lifting me up she yanked me down...there went the left side of my face. Yes! Literally the left side of my face was now scraped off by the sand in the playground. Again weeks of recovery and looking like Frankenstein.
Oh, let's not forget the horrible knee scraping of 1993, yes I was 18 years old. I was running at the lake in my hometown and fell and scraped my knee, I still have the hugest scar from that , it oozed green nasties for weeks. My mom finally took me to the Dr. because we thought it was infected, the nurse actually laughed when my mom told her I was 18 years old, she was expecting an 8 year old not a college student!
Really the list could go on FOREVER! So I feel K's pain, I know what she is going through, I'm just glad my mom did not have a camera, or a blog when I was little!!
Here's to hoping that her track experience is positive and she will kick some boot-ay!
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