After an unjustifiably long hiatus from blogging, I'm back and determined to post with a more reasonable frequency—one which is yet to be determined.
I know that in my last post I promised to talk about love, but I've changed my mind since then (don't fret my dear friends, the loooooove post will come eventually) since I have some other news to report.
Almost 8 months ago, on June 8, 2014, during a game against Estudiantes de La Plata in Buenos Aires, Argentina, I tore my ACL (anterior cruciate ligament), MCL (medial cruciate ligament), and meniscus in my left knee. I was then operated on just over 6 months ago on July 28, 2014 in Dallas, TX, USA. Despair, pain, and fear ruled my emotions, and the light at the end of the tunnel seemed infinitely far away.
Well, I'm happy to say that I've reached the other side of the tunnel, and the light is even brighter than expected. While missing out on some big games and international tournaments was certainly frustrating, through the surgery and rehabilitation process I know I was able to grow immensely, overcoming the physical and emotional hurdles which come with a such an injury.
I learned how setting and working diligently toward short term goals while maintaining the end goal in focus is essential to success. I learned how patience and trust in those with previous experience and wisdom (in this case the surgeon, Dr. James Montgomery, and the physical therapists at TOA/D1 Dallas who guided me through the process) is better than rushing and trying to do things on one's own. I learned how depending on family and friends in tough times is not a sign of weakness but instead a necessary reminder of how life is best lived in community.
Also, to everybody who encouraged me throughout these last 8 months, from family to friends (in the US, Argentina, Romania, and all over the world) to teammates to coaches to rivals and to those who don't fit into any of those categories, thank you. We tend to underestimate the power of words and their ability to influence for good or evil, but during my recovery, the messages of encouragement were invaluable to me, pushing me onwards even when things got painful, frustrating, or even repetitive and boring. So, to those who are at some point along the ACL rehab process, take this blog as just that, a word of encouragement to keep going even when you don't want to think about doing another leg raise or single leg squat.
Looking back, the months since my injury and surgery appear to have flown by, although I know that in the moment, the days seemed to crawl by at times. Now, finally cleared to participate in practices (non-contact for the first couple weeks), it almost feels as though I was never hurt, that I'm starting a new season just like the rest of my team, trying to earn my spot back on the field and working towards our goal of winning the league championship.
As of now the only thing I can report is that after a week and a half of preseason with my team (Club Atlético River Plate of Buenos Aires, Argentina), I feel just as I should: sore all over but happy to be playing again.
The adventures and musings of a twenty-something yankee goalkeeper in Buenos Aires
Showing posts with label sacrifice. Show all posts
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Thursday, February 5, 2015
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
What it means to play soccer as a woman in Argentina... Straight from the horse's mouth
Well, after a year and a half (a little more if we’re going
to get all legalistic about it) of talking so much about myself, about my life,
about my knee, about my rehab, about my musings and meditations, I’m tired of
hearing about me, and I imagine you are thinking the same thing. So, today I’m
blogging a little differently, I’m going to let some other voices speak, let
them tell about what they see and what they live. If you’ve read past posts of
mine, you most likely already know what I opine in regards to women’s soccer in
Argentina, if not, I’ll provide a quick recap of my thoughts and observations.
Women’s soccer is a sport which is surprisingly
underappreciated in a country where the men who play professionally receive so
much recognition through wealth and fame. As children, in physical education
classes, in recess, and even in their own backyards, the boys are always given
a soccer ball and the girls... a doll. A girl who plays soccer is a rarity, an
odd specimen among Argentine women. Often, when people find out you, as a “nice
young lady,” play soccer, they are left momentarily speechless and stare at you
with a look of surprise and astonishment, which takes a little while to fade.
“But it’s such a
violent sport!” they protest.
“Aren’t you too feminine
to be a soccer player?” they ask.
“I would never allow my daughter to play soccer. No, she’ll
play a much more elegant and less manly sport, like field hockey,” they
declare, as though you had asked for their opinion and as though field hockey
were somehow non-violent when essentially it’s soccer played with wooden sticks
and a solid plastic ball more than capable of breaking noses, to which my
cousin can testify as a former victim of a field hockey ball.
During my short playing stint in Argentina, I’ve been able
to observe how women’s soccer is a true counterculture. Despite cultural and
social norms, players continue to fight against the current, not necessarily in
search of recognition and acceptance but instead they fight for their own space
where they can enjoy the sport they love and where more and more girls will
also have the opportunity to participate in such an important aspect of
Argentine culture.
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A few days ago, it occurred to me that maybe I don’t know
everything it means to be a woman playing soccer in Argentina (I know, crazy
right? But even so, it did cross my mind...), and I began to ask myself... How
can I better understand women’s soccer in Argentina and how can I transmit a
clear and accurate representation of something which in many other countries
just isn’t seen? That’s when I got the idea to consult the experts, the players
themselves. Luckily, it wasn’t too hard to find my little guinea pigs, my
(lovely) teammates at Club Atlético River Plate.
So, I asked them, “What does it mean to play soccer as a
woman in Argentina?” I admit that my question was deceptively simple. Despite
being composed of so few words, the answer required deeper reflection and
consideration due to the ambiguity and open nature of the question, which left
lots of room for interpretation. I like to think the underlying complexity of
the question was what made some of my teammates take longer to respond, but I
have a creeping suspicion that they were probably doing their best to ignore my
inquiry as I have quite the reputation as the annoying girl who asks
existential questions when all anyone really wants to talk about is what they ate
for lunch.
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Anyways, while I sit here sipping mate (see prior posts for
an explanation of this highly-caffeinated traditional drink) trying to bring a piece of
Argentina to Yanquilandia, the USA for those unaccustomed to the cultured
Argentine vernacular, I’ll share with
you my translation of the varied responses, some longer than others but all
incisive and perceptive, of my wise fellow “millonarias.” (Millonarios is the
term used when referring to players or fans of River Plate due to the clubs
original association with the Bourgeoisie of Buenos Aires. The nickname stuck
throughout the years, however, despite its vast popularization and recent
financial crises.)
Luana Muñoz (defender): Being a women’s soccer player in
Argentina means giving a lot of effort, loving what we do, the word sacrifice
stands out above everything else. Complete sacrifice, nobody gives you
anything, on the contrary. Most of the time it’s fighting against the current,
knowing that most likely nobody is going to recognize anything you do, but it
doesn’t matter; pure perseverance, that’s what it’s about. Despite all the
beatings (excessively) we face along the road, nobody nor nothing stops us,
that’s the way it is here. We know we can grow, it’s purely and completely on
us to do it, change starts from within.
Micaela Sandoval (forward): Playing women’s soccer in
Argentina teaches you to fight for your dream, to overcome obstacles, and never
to put your head down. I, as a women’s soccer player, have complete confidence
that one day we will receive what we deserve. In women’s soccer, one can see
the true love of the game, the passion for the ball, the exertion of pure
heart, and the sacrifice down to the last breath. Honestly, I feel proud to
play soccer and even more so to play in my country, Argentina.
Ludmila Manicler (forward): Love of the art. Sacrifice and,
for many, leaving a ton of things behind. And even though it’s amateur, we play
it like professionals.
Ayelen Lagos (forward): Love, sacrifice, happiness, and
responsibility... giving everything for soccer and to be professionals, not for
the money but to be faithful to this love.
Carolina Morcillo (defender): Women’s soccer in Argentina is
breaking “assumptions that women can’t do things.” It’s sacrifice and passion.
Florencia Ferrero (forward): Playing soccer in Argentina is
all sacrifice, it’s setting a ton of things aside. It’s giving so many other
things away just because we love what we do. For us, it’s simply a passion. We
don’t do it for money or for any other economic motive. We love what we do.
Mariana Larroquette (forward/midfielder): Sacrifice, the
thrill of trying to achieve objectives in the few years we have to play since
we aren’t professionals.
Florencia Salazar (defender): Well, for me, playing soccer
in Argentina is beautiful and even more so at the club where I am, but it comes
with its difficulties! Even though here they don’t see it like they do in other
countries, one can tell that it’s growing! And that is thanks to the sacrifice
and effort of the players and the coaching staff because they take it
seriously! And they leave behind many things to be able to train and grow! I
believe the true soccer can be seen in women, where there are no business
interests! There is no money to get in the way because the women play with
heart, leaving everything on the field, defending the club’s crest, and
enjoying it, which is the best part!
Mercedes Pereyra (midfielder): And for me, I don’t know what
it means, if I do it it’s because I love soccer and because I know I make my
parents proud.
Karen Spiazzi (defender/midfielder): Women’s soccer in
Argentina is completely amateur, which the girls do for the love of the game,
dedicating their time, leaving many things behind, even leaving their families
in many cases because they travel from the interior of the country to the capital
to achieve their dream. It’s a big sacrifice, but it fills your soul.
Vicky Pinat (midfielder): For me, it’s playing for the love
of art, it’s a passion in every way because it is played without receiving
anything in return other than satisfaction and enjoyment; it’s really about
what it’s worth to play the game, not for money but for what it makes you feel.
It’s playing with heart.
Anonymous: Soccer is the reason why I sacrifice daily to improve
as a player and as a person even though we have to leave many things behind despite
it being an amateur sport.
Carla Brown (the best position combination... goalkeeper/forward):
Sacrifice, passion, and exertion.
Eliana Figueroa (defender/midfielder): Being a women’s
soccer player is part of a passion and at the same time a beautiful game I love
to play with a team, where one participates in great experiences. One learns to
wait, to overcome oneself, to be consistent, to persevere, to have good habits
among other good things. Women’s soccer in Argentina is about personal
sacrifice and the resulting benefits, which sometimes come in the form of a
great game or the opportunity to play at another club, but always knowing that
it’s from the heart, that we can’t live off of it but even so, day by day we go
to sleep and wake up thinking about soccer. We enjoy it a lot, that’s what it’s
all about.
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