Archive for January 13th, 2012


I had heard all of the stories…

Sprained ankles.

Broken finger.

Messed up knee that required surgery.

Despite these I went ahead and did it anyway.

I signed up for co-ed volleyball at my church!

My team’s first game of the season was last Thursday.

The last words I heard when I was leaving my house for the game…

“Don’t wind up in the emergency room!”

My response…

“Don’t worry, I’m not diving for any balls!”

That was my plan to avoid injury, don’t dive for anything!

No matter if it meant the deciding point in the deciding game!


You see, I learned that lesson the hard way a couple of years ago while playing a late night game of “Pin Guard” (a game similar to dodgeball) with a group of Boy Scouts at a lock-in. Sometime around two o’clock in the morning, in what was probably the twentieth game played that night, I thought it would be smart to dive and catch a ball so two of my fellow teammates could re-enter the game!

It was a critical of “Pin Guard” after all.

In my mind it was a beautiful dive.

Going to my left.

Laying straight out.

Reaching for the ball with both arms extended, much like any great NFL receiver would do!


I dropped the ball.

My two teammates were left on the sidelines.

And I landed hard on my left hip.

That incident required a trip to the doctor and I was left hobbling for the next six months!

(Thank goodness it was a carpeted gym floor!)

I might add…I still occasionally have pain in that hip.

So I didn’t need to be told twice about the risks of thinking I’m the second coming of Karch Kiraly (world famous volleyball player).

So no diving.

However, that does leave jumping.

Last time I checked, jumping is also a key part of playing the game of volleyball.

But seriously, how risky can it be for someone my age to simply jump up into the air and land safely on my feet?


It was the third game of our match. We had split the first two, so this was for the win. About halfway through the game, I was playing the net when I attempted to block a shot. I jumped high into the air (at least a good three inches) and came down on my right foot or should I say, the SIDE of my right foot!

I saw it completely rolled over.

I heard a CRACK!

I felt the pain.

My first thought was that I had broken my ankle and had just gotten my ticket punched to the emergency room!

Thankfully, the worst of the pain only lasted about a minute and I was able to get back on my feet and finish the game. I thought if I had broken it, then I won’t have been able to do that.

I dodged a bullet!

No trip to the ER!


During the night the pain got worse and it made sleeping very difficult. I had the chills and felt nauseous. I was thinking, maybe I did break something. The next morning I was unable to get out of bed due to the pain and the fact that I felt as if I was going to pass out! Following a couple of failed attempts, I did something I NEVER do…I went back to bed! Finally, after a few hours of sleep, I was able to get up and not pass out. A hot shower helped my foot feel better and soon I was able to walk, although it was a hobble. Gradually, it loosened up and I was able to walk pretty well.

The following day it felt better and I even thought about going for a run…nah!

I rested it a couple of more days before hitting the treadmill and running a couple of miles.

It doesn’t hurt to walk or run on it, but it is still a little sore when I put side pressure on it.

The good news…

I played another game last night.

The ankle did fine.

And I didn’t make a trip to the ER!

Game On!