Training camp starts on Sunday. I’m laid up in my bed. Usually, around this time of the year, I’d be packing and getting myself together for training camp. I already made arrangements to drive up to Chicago on Friday, it’s just 2 1/2 hours. I was looking forward to seeing everyone again and meeting the new faces. We’re staying in new apartments this year. We’re playing in All-State Arena. We’ve made some promising off-season additions to the team. I had some projects lined up with Sky CR and PR. I think this season could be our best yet. The only thing is that I won’t be contributing. I won’t get to share in what I know will be a great season for the Sky. There is a lump in my throat. This is the first time I’ve actually gotten emotional since I ended my pity party a week and a half ago. I’m not going to cry, though. I think it would be disrespectful to God, His promise, and what he has in store for me. It’s hard not to think about the “woulda, coulda, shoulda’s.”
I don’t know what do with myself. I’ve been doing the exact same thing for 5 years. This interruption in my routine has thrown me completely off track. There goes my control issues again. I want to play. I want to be with my team. It’s always hard leaving home and going to training camp but it’s so easy at the same time. I see my friends and colleagues commenting on Twitter and FB about how they’re ready to go and gearing up for training camp. Everyone is packing and arriving in their respective WNBA cities. I don’t want to use the word jealous. I’m not that, I’m very much a part of WNBA. I want to make sure I convey this feeling correctly. I guess I envy my colleagues for their health and ability to join their teams and participate in training camp. Thankfully, I’m encouraged. I know that God’s plan is most important and it was pretty arrogant of me to think that I had a say in this. I trust God completely. I remember thinking, this is bad timing. Then, immediately after that I thought, well who’s time am I on? I lost sight of that. God has a way of bringing you back to your center when you’ve lost focus on what He has placed in front of you. Well, I hear you, Father, loud and clear! Ha! Use me and let Your will be done.
I went to the doctor today. It was my first appointment since my surgery last Friday. Doc said my knee looked great. I can’t wait to get these crusty staples out of my knee. He said we can handle that next week. I’m weight-bearing now! Praise Him! Doc showed me how to walk using my crutches as support, moving a little faster! He said depending on how comfortable I am, I can ditch at least one of my crutches, if not both, next week. I’ll definitely be in my brace for a few more weeks, though. I’m cool with that, it provides stability for me. I have to learn to trust Shy-Knee-Qua again. I met my physical therapist and we did a few exercises. The goal for next week is to be able to bend my knee at 45 degrees. I’m working on firing my quads and my range of motion. I’m not going to overdo it but I want to stay on my physical therapist’s schedule. I also took my first shower. OMG! That was great. It was no easy task but I am proud of my progress thus far. I’m just taking it one day at a time...