Becoming a Parent (or Life on the Injured List)

It is official, I have now become a parent.  No, Lauren is not pregnant nor have we adopted a child so don’t get too excited.  Rather we have been adopted by the JU Men’s soccer team.  At our first meeting as a team my age was announced to the team during our coaches speech using me as an example of motivation.  He also used this as a time to let them know that “I am not their Daddy.”  This was somehow related to their being responsible adults.  However, all they took out of this was that I should now be called Dad or Daddy.  Daily I have request from some of the international players to adopt them so they can stay in the States after college.  There are daily arguments between two in particular, Danny and Darko, about which one looks more like me thus means they are really my child.  Danny has a beard which he constantly uses to show how much he looks like Dad while Darko claims I like him more.  So, now when I am walking through campus I will inevitably hear someone yell “Hey Dad!”.  I already felt old enough hanging out with 18-21 year old kids on a daily basis and now I have the nickname to make me feel even older.

Besides getting a new nickname on the first day with the team I also got put on the injured list.  I had been having pain in my groin, hips and abs since the Spring semester but it just felt like a muscle pull that I thought would go away.  In the summer, it started becoming more painful while I played with my NPSL team, Jacksonville United FC.  I still didn’t think it was anything more than bumps, bruises, and sore muscles.  I continued playing over the summer with my hips fully wrapped and a whole lot of ice after each game.  I was glad we did as my team won the NPSL National Championship after starting the season 0-4 which you can read here.

And while we are on the subject I also made the National Championship Best 11.

It turns out however that playing on it was not that good for my college career.  I was unable to complete the first fitness test at JU.  The dreaded Cooper test which basically requires us to run 2 miles in 12 minutes.  I did 3 1/2 laps and that was the last running I have done in two weeks.  Since then, I have had an MRI which diagnosed me with stress reactions on my pubic bone.  Basically, the wear and tear of constant soccer in Spring caused undo stress which has caused the pain.  Quote from the doctor, “This is a terrible injury because there is nothing I can really do for you.”

Rest, rest, and more rest.  4-6 weeks or until I am not symptomatic.  From what I have read online it could be even longer with some people not able to return to activity for 3-6 months.  What’s most frustrating is that I can’t participate in any activities with the team.  Since so many different muscles connect down there even doing upper body can cause me to tighten my abs and hurt myself again.  So, not exactly the start to my college career that I wanted.

A new parent on the injured list!

But at least I am still on the team!

Funny story about that link.  I was asked to provide specific information for my biography.  I was asked what high school/ high school awards, parent’s names,  and major.  So, I obliged no big deal until I look at everyone else bios with paragraphs of information.  Apparently, I could have put more about myself on there.  This argument didn’t get me very far with Lauren as she is not represented on my bio either.  Whoops.

Becoming a Parent (or Life on the Injured List)

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