Four and a half hours after starting my knee surgery Doctor Oberlander was finally stitching the wound on my right knee and whispering to my trainer Bruce Morgan that playing again was the least of my concerns…..and quite possibly not an option. What did I do that day that made the past eighteen months the most rewarding of my eight years playing professionally?
I simple decided the game would not be taken away from me over two ligaments and a tendon.
The gym became my playing field, the treadmill my starting position, and the weights my 8oth minute sprint to catch Landon Donovan down the side line. The next three and a half months I learned so much about my competitive side that I knew great things were still coming my way.
The move to Houston seemed like a small bump in the road after overcoming the injury.
The heat, while debilitating didnt affect me as much as it should have. And the residual pain in my knee wasn’t a distraction like I had anticipated but what was true was that the results were exactly what I had determined in May of 05 when I started my re-hab!
The most single season starts of my career, the most goals I have scored in one season, the most minutes I have ever played in one season, another MLS Cup held high above my head, and the single greatest feeling I’ve ever felt in soccer……I was finally proud of myself.
I have already begun to train again in preparation for the Champions Cup matches in February. I enjoyed my rest but once again and look forward to going to the gym to push the limits of the human body. I am not able to do it simply because I want to. I am able to do it because something inside of me is not ready to let go of the game. Passion defines my sport. My colleagues and I exemplify the fine line between obsession and desire. Welcome to my world, my blog, and my problems.