Yesterday I experienced what may be the worst injury of my freestyle career. Only about a minute into playing Wintershred with Greg Riley, I leapt for a brush and came down wrong. Very wrong. My knee moved in a direction it was not designed to move. I have had plenty of injuries – sprains, tendinitis, even broken bones – but nothing felt as wrong as that landing.
It wasn’t the pain. It hurt but I was not in agony. I didn’t feel any real pain until later, when I put weight on the leg in certain directions. The most disturbing thing was knowing instantly how bad it might be. As my joint stretched – I think it was sideways but it might have been backwards – I knew it was bad. I was entering an unknown realm of serious longterm damage, MRI’s, maybe surgery, maybe a lost season. Before my body even landed, it was clear that my freestyle career may have changed permanently.
I am concerned about how this injury will affect me in the coming months and years, but I am really disappointed that I was not able to finish that Wintershred round. I was looking forward to jamming with Greg, and if the first minute was any indication, it was going to be one of the best five competition minutes I had ever been a part of.
I am not sure how serious the injury is. Dr. Bob Morrissey was kind enough to examine my knee at the beach. He thinks it might be just some minor damage, a sprain from hyperextending the joint. He knows the fancy words for it. I just translate into my own simpler language. My fingers are crossed that he is right. Since I do not have health insurance, I may not have the benefit of high tech diagnosis and aggressive physical therapy. I am hoping that rest and rehab will bring me back to full strength, but I have no idea how long it will take.