And welcome back to my blog. I won’t pretend like I have been the best at keeping this up. But there’s a perfectly good reason: I have a new metal plate in my leg!
You see, for about 15 years of my life, I played the game of football with great energy and a lot of second thoughts about my physical wellbeing. I do not regret my playing days; I was quite an accomplished player for only being 5’8″ and as solid as a brick shit house. But playing pee wee, high school, and college eventually took a toll on my body, especially my knees. In my 15 years, I had 3 different major injuries to my knees: meniscus, ALC (twice) and PCL/LCL. Two of those times I required surgery but I did not ever think these injuries would catch up with me.
Fast forward to the day before my 30th birthday. I was at the gym working on a stair climber. When I was done I decided to hop off. When I landed I felt very small but ending up being a significant “pop” in my knee. Well, the rest, as they say, is history. I had surgery in March with no weight bearing on my leg at all for a month and a half. And every since then, my life has been a series of taking ibuprofen, going through bags of ice like they’re going out of style, and lots of exercising in my PT. In addition to this, I finished my sixth year of teaching professionally, started classes for my Master’s degree and attempting to write a book about my life. One of those sentences is not true, you decide which ;).
As of writing this to you all, I am at my summer job in Kenosha and I am looking forward to having these weekly think pieces. Thank you for being patient as I have been navigating this new aspect of my life. I promise I will be better.
Stay golden yall,
YFBF
Your First Black Friend 