Battered Up!! by Jac

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time and recovery from injuries. (Remember to check out our GIVEAWAY for the opportunity to win 3 free zones, valued at $120.) 

If you know me very well, you've probably often seen me with some sort of a limp or other type of gimpyness from one of my random softball, soccer, or basketball injuries. Or perhaps you might remember my intense sleeping skills putting me in a neck brace for several weeks that one time or two… 

Go Cardiac Kids!!!

What can I say? I'm lucky :) You should know, however, that I did make it through the 2011 softball season without one injury. And that, my friends, is a blessed miracle! We even won the championship that year!!

I think I'm one of the few who can say I've had the exact same injury twice. Let me explain:

It was the summer of 2008. I'd just recovered from a wrist injury (sliding into third base) that had taken me out for 5 weeks. It was my first game back with the Cardiac Kids, the last game of the season, and the top of the last inning. The score was tied. This team was tough. They were ginormous polynesians—even the girls, one of which was up to bat. 

I squatted down near my beloved first base, ready for the play. Kinjo's pitch was perfect, she swung, the bat cracked loudly. Suddenly, my knee buckled, immediately following a THWACK! and excruciating pain.

Wow… That hurt! My backup fielded the ball in attempt to recover, but the batter made it safe on the base. I refused to leave the field, gladly received some ice that I quickly bandaged to my knee, and took solace in playing catcher where I could get away with mostly standing still. The rest of the game was a blur… until it was my turn to bat. 

Bottom of the ninth, 2 outs. Great. Grrr… I took the first pitch and slaughtered that ball. It was my best and deepest hit of the season. I just stood there and watched. Center field made an impressive run and an incredible dive. OUT!!! 

Besides the fact that I'd just cinched a loss for my team, I was relieved that I didn't have to make a run for the base. I limped off the field and drove home fuming mad. My roommate convinced me that I needed to go to InstaCare before they closed for the night. All that idiot doctor said was, "That is the coolest injury I've ever seen." He was right. How could bloody baseball seams imprinted into your knee not be freakishly awesome!?

Later, my football coach uncle told me he thought I had bone contusions and that it would be a good couple months before I would heal. He was more than right. I could hardly handle walking short distances for a good month. It was two months before I could make it all the way around the block. And three months before I was ok to start running again. Torture.

Moving on to 2009. It was the last game of the season, top of the last inning. The score was tied. This team was tough. Batter up!

I squatted down near my beloved first base, ready for the play. The pitch was perfect, the batter swung, and the bat cracked loudly. Suddenly, my knee buckled, immediately following a THWACK! and excruciating pain.

Wow… That hurt! My backup fielded the ball in attempt to recover, but the batter made it safe on the base. I refused to leave the field and stuck with my position. The rest of the game was a blur… until it was my turn to bat. 

Bottom of the ninth, 2 outs. Great. Grrr… I took the first pitch and slaughtered that ball. It was my best and deepest hit of the season. I just stood there and watched. Center field made an impressive run and an incredible dive. OUT!!! 

Besides the fact that I'd just cinched a loss for my team, I was relieved that I didn't have to make a run for the base. I limped off the field and drove home laughing at this ridiculously deja-vu-ish situation. Seriously!? Freakishly awesome bloody baseball seams imprinted into my knee again!? Hahaha! 

This time I didn't waste my time with InstaCare. Instead, I put essential oils on my feet and knee. And then I zoned myself. I only knew the first area at this point, but thankfully, area one included the knee signal. I repeated this process as often as possible—probably 2 or 3 times per week. Two weeks later, I was fully recovered and running my usual 4 miles in the morning. 

I believe that everything happens for a reason, and the only explanation I can figure for why the Lord would bestow me with the exact same injury twice, is to bless me with an opportunity to truly know of the incredible healing power of the zone! And for that, I am grateful.