The day it ruptured
SEPTEMBER 25:
I grew up with a love for soccer, skiing, gymnastics and generally anything competitive, active and outdoors. Before having kids I played in co-ed leagues around town. After having my first child I attempted to continue playing, but failed after a season due to life with a newborn. Now, 6 years later as my kids got into soccer, I decided it was my turn too. After game one, I was amped to be back at it. I was finally doing something for myself, that I LOVED. Game 2 of the season, ten minutes in I ruptured my achilles. I was running towards the ball, and thought I got kicked HARD. I fell to the grown in agony screaming and having flashbacks to child birth as the pain was so intense. My foot felt “dead” I had no control of it. Three hours later I went to Urgent Caree, still completely unable to put any weight on my foot. They completed a quick physical test, and said it was most likely fully ruptured. I was put in a posterior splint/cast, given crutches and sent home.
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