PerezNashely_week6response

1. My body is like the world, a heartbeat, the waves on a cloudy day, the time on your watch. Better yet my body is like the blood that runs through your vein, THEY NEVER STOP MOVING.
2. See at first glance, coming into high school I expected everything to go just as fine as it did in elementary and middle school. Good grades, new friends, playing on a team, ouuuu and boys, can’t forget about the boys. But no school came first. What about that sport that both your older sisters play? Volleyball was a must. I assumed that because both of my sisters were good at it, it must have ran through the family.
3. FYI I sucked freshman year.

   How About that orange that I was so eager to eat that caused me to lose my balance and lose my teeth around the age of 6.
4. Volleyball became my escape. It was my reminder that you can do anything you set your mind to it was my reminder that no one can stop me it was my reminder that I should never limit myself.
   just like the orange. It taught me to get back up every time I fall and try again.
5. Volleyball took over my heart. It molded me into what i would consider a strong women and to continue to push myself after my first encounter with the “unknown”. Maybe I was dehydrated or maybe it was my diet or maybe it was genetics or maybe maybe no one knows.
   Maybe it was the orange, who knows.
6. 4 years later. I am now 10.
7. Finally maybe some answers to the unknown. The unknown of what these needle stabbing, paralyzing feelings were about. Maybe finally I can learn to control the pain control the stiffness control my ability to walk control the soreness that came afterwards. But no, no answers. I just continued to play Volleyball. I was going through pain because I wanted to beat the other schools. It was my last year and as Captain I needed to be there for my team.

   I wanted to beat them just as bad as i wanted to beat the orange for having me walking around with a chipped tooth.
8. Pain is temporary. “You got this, just do as much as you can” that’s all I would tell myself throughout the game.
9. Charley Horse? Impossible, worse than that.
   another orange? maybe, i mean why not?
10. Spreading
    spreading was the blood after that horrible fall. I was only three steps away from the ground.
11. Practicing became my insecurity. “You ladies go ahead I’ll catch up to you”. The unknown was finally taking over. Running became like a car running on really low gas. How much further can I go? Should I stop or should I push it? Practice was the only way to get me into shape so I couldn't let the unknown win this battle. Finally, my last year on the volleyball team we received new uniforms. Not only did this mean we’ll get more attention with the spandex but it meant that people will be able to see what I like to describe as the war within my legs. The war that began because of my love for chasing a ball and never letting it touch the floor even if it meant that i will hit the floor and have difficulties getting back up. The war that proved to me that being able to play two rounds of a game was not impossible.
12. Whenever I think of volleyball I think of stairs, heat, zumba, determination, the color pink, power, strength. I think about the cheers the music the spiking, jamming fingers, wrapped ankles, angry coaches, happy coaches, mistakes, and teamwork. Because of the unknown I became more attached to volleyball. I was attached to the idea that i can still walk and run. I was attached like a newborn baby to its mother and never wanting to be put down.
    I didn't want to eat oranges anymore. they always remind me about that day and how I couldn't go to the corner store to get candy but i had to clean up.
13. I had a dream not to long ago that I was no longer at my best at playing Volleyball and that scared me. The serves that took me about half a semester were now gone. I was no longer strong, I became weak but for some reason I still kept serving the ball until it made it over the net just as it did during my games.
14. Why are you still known as the unknown that has now taken over my entire body. Serving the ball was now complicated because returning to my spot felt as if i had my feet stuck in cement.
15. I graduated. The unknown remains as the unknown but volleyball continues to stay in my life.
16. The still eat oranges but they are not my favorite