There was a brief period in my life that I was down to try almost anything just to change up the day to day. Go to new activities, meet with different groups of people, listen to new things etc. I think it might have lasted a year or so. Any way, I quickly learned that I am not the best athlete out there and have since stuck to writing this blog.
I will preface the wrist story here with my first not so Olympic champion incident. A coworker of mine was really into Jujitsu to the point where him and his wife were in tournaments on the weekend. Their instructor wanted to promote the team and offered a self defense class. I grabbed a friend and went for the day. No harm in learning to defend yourself right? Well yes and no.
They taught us some escape moves and then moved into the intro for the real training of Jujitsu. The first thing they teach you is how to fall so that you can escape or get into a defensive stance easily. Bet you guessed it. I messed this up. Maybe three tuck and rolls in I landed on my shoulder, heard a pop and immediately was in pain. I went to get checked out, thankfully the pop was just bone moving but unfortunately I did pinch a nerve and it took a few days to work it out.
I recovered and moved on. I didn’t think too much of it being a recurring event. A few months after, I went to a friends party and there I met, my now good friend Kim. We talked and had a good connection, both of us being fun and single, unlike most of our friends. I asked our mutual connection for her number and we got together for a coed volleyball game. Not exactly new to the sport but new to coed sports and to the group.
We split into teams and started paying sets. At the time, my last attempt at volleyball was high school gym class. So I already knew this would be interesting. A few back and forths and I thought I was doing ok. Up til the serve. The hottest guy there, stepped back and jumped served a ball my way. Not having any of the skills I should have, instead of getting under it, I swung at it, kind of punching it, like punching someone straight on and in the face. Worst decision ever.
The force and the angle of the spike with my wrist straight, shot a pain all the way up my arm. A couple of loud cuss words were thrown out and I was holding my arm. of course it swelled up right away. Mr. Hottie came over to check on me and apologize for how hard he hit it. I. of course, tried to play it off but was seeing stars at this point. On my way to the bathroom, I was dizzy and almost passed out. I sat out the rest of the night, no shocker there.
Kim came to check on me. I told her it felt like a really bad sprang or something broke because I haven’t been in pain like that before. She said I would be fine and that “nobody breaks their wrist playing volleyball”. Hand raise, its me. I did. I went in the next morning for X-rays. Clean break in my radius, thankfully it wasn’t closer to the smaller bones in my wrist or it would have been a surgery.
It was my first and hopefully only broken bone. I have been lucky or maybe just not as adventurous and daring as others. But since these two events, if anyone asks me to try anything new that is sports related my answer is “hard pass” lol.
The Distracted Damsel 