January 21, 2008
Traditionally, being a basketball player I look up to people like D-Wade, Steve Nash and Manu Ginobli. Guys like that have crazy skills and so it only would seem natural for a fellow baller like me to look up to them. Well, these days things have changed a bit. For the next 4-6 weeks it is the skills of people like Lance Armstrong and Floyd Landis (minus the performance-enhancing drugs) on the bike, and Michael Phelps and Ian Thorpe in the pool that I will be trying to imitate. You may be wondering why it is that I would want to have the skills of accomplished swimmers and bicyclists. Well, the answer is that I have a stress reaction, and so for the next while I am the master of alternative workouts. No, I am not breaking out in hives because I am stressing out excessively like the title stress reaction may imply. A stress reaction is like the start of a stress fracture basically. They said I have a weak spot in the second metatarsal in my left foot and continued "stress" would cause it to actually fracture. In simple terms: bone=weak=Kyla=can't play=sucks!!! So I am sidelined.
It is rough. I am really finding out that I pretty much take every single thing in my life for granted. I have been on crutches for a little over a week now, and it is no good. Before I would dance jovially, skip through the streets of Cheney with no thoughts of what it would be like to be handicapped. Thank goodness it isn't a permanent situation. There are a few positives though. I have had the opportunity to step, ok crutch, back and watch my team. I have found that you just don't pick up on a lot of things when you are out there playing. So when I get back this season, and I am getting back this season, I feel like I will be better and smarter.
Another positive would have to be that I can ride the motorized scooters at Wal-Mart because I do actually have a legitimate injury. It's not like I go to Wal-Mart every day, but I must admit I am getting pretty awesome at maneuvering those bad boys through the aisle of random merchandise. I am flipping U-turns like nobody's business and reversing around corners until the cows come home. I don't exactly feel like the queen of cool but it sure beats crutching through the store. It is Super Wal-Mart - those things have got some serious square footage. Ok, so I am realizing that the last one-third of my blog has been about Wal-Mart and that is tragically lame, so I am going to spare you all and quit typing. Next week, maybe I will give you the low-down on Target or maybe even Best Buy? I bet you cannot wait!