Okay. So I wasn’t doing EVERYTHING right…
I wore the pain in my hip as a badge of honor. Something that labeled me more hardcore than everyone else because I skated in excruciating pain and couldn’t walk the next morning.
I was looking at playing through pain as a right of passage, as just the way things were, as something that probably couldn’t be fixed (so why even try?). When really it was just dumb.
I wasn’t hardcore. I was dumb.
Why play through pain when I didn’t have to?
That’s the question I should have been asking myself.
I should have known better, of course. But even as a personal trainer with a degree in exercise science, I was pushing myself through exercises that didn’t feel great. I had accepted my lot in life as always being the player with an injury.
But it didn’t have to be that way...