Thursday, July 28, 2011

Summer Camp Feature

Tall. Blonde. Gorgeous. And puking her guts out. Streams of sweat run down her perfectly tied -back, naturally golden hair that shines bright against her pale green skin like melted mint ice-cream. Her roars of agony.  Her whines of pain. Her long winding legs buckling under her as she holds a death grip on the dark plastic garbage can forming a bond only a trashcan would love.
 “We’ve got blood over here!” And boy did they. Another girl with rivers of red running down her face and on to the floor stood in complete awe of what happened. Exhausted. She couldn’t talk. Stunned. She couldn’t move. Blood pooled on the shining wood floors coagulating where she  stood. Welcome to summer sports camp. The happiest place on Earth.
It’s the not just the thundering roar of a ball hitting the glossy polyurethane floors. It’s not just the squeaks of sneakers sliding across the wax. It’s not the heart stopping moment after the last serve. It is the 8 full hours of grueling practice a day. It is the coaches screaming at girls to dive, jump, stretch, and bend in ways they just can’t. It is a summer camp.
It’s also a place where people like Dr. Albers, the leading physician at the University of Nebraska at Lincoln work to help the people who obtain injuries while participating in sports. . It is merely “setting you up for a successful future!” of pain and illness.  Albers believes that injuries, especially concussions that young adults get during these crucial years can highly affect them into their future.
A recent development in sports medicine shows a relationship between Lou Gehrig‘s Disease and concussions received while playing the sport. During a concussion,  proteins from your brain break off and form a deposit in your spine that mimics Lou Gehrig’s disease to a T. Sports scientist up to this day were perplexed with the idea that athletes were more prone to the disease than any another type of person. Little did they know until the recent autopsy on a deceased athlete did they find the connection, proving the point that these sports injuries can stay with you into your adult life and eventually cause your early demise.
Awake at the break of dawn. Running miles upon miles of the downtown Lincoln area.  Conditioning and fine tuning the athlete within. Pushing themselves to the limits to keep up with the pressure that is applied on them from outside sources. Coaches. Parents. Teammates.
 Then 8 hours of grueling practice where they are pushed to the brink of exhaustion and back.
Fatigued.
Fatigue is being pushed past the point of no return. Dr. Albers says that this is a crucial moment in any athlete’s psychological battle with the sport, they begin to compromise their judgment for the sake of the came and this is when a game become more than a game. It becomes dangerous.
At this point athletes are more prone to make the wrong decision and cause themselves serious harm. Players doing reckless things for the sake of pleasing the people around them instead of focusing on their own body. Dr. Albers says that being fatigued not only causes players to be reckless with their decisions, but it’s more likely to cause a much more serious concussion, especially in patients with previous concussions.
The last serve has been set. The last push up has been pushed. The last mile has been ran. Teams of girls huddle up and give a final shout in the face of the day past. They have succeeded in completing the next step to reaching their final goal. As the last light shuts off and the last girl leaves the court the relief almost fills the gymnasium with a sigh of relief. That is until tomorrow morning when it starts back up again. Blood. Sweat. Vomit. And all.
Welcome to summer camp. The happiest place on Earth.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

The Story of Sarah

                                                This is Sarah. She lives in a small town in Nebraska. Everyone knows everything about every person in every way.  It’s like one great big family, and she’s the ugly stepsister.
                                                The first thing that strikes you about Sarah Hall is her hair.  Her vibrant red locks stand out against the vast horizon of corn stalks and sugar beat fields, and of course the straight laced folks who live there.  She along with her hair both display an artistic aura that envelopes people the with the notion she is an artist. This notion indeed is correct. Slowly developed over the years she has created this specific ambience to show people who she truly is. Which is a far stretch from the common around those parts.
                                                This is a story about how small towns can hold somebody back and exhaust them of their dreams.  Dreams that they have had for as long as they could pick up a pencil. Dreams that seem so close to achieving but as far away as they could possibly be. Dreams that are so attainable but completely unheard of in a 200 hundred mile radius around this place. Dreams that grab you by the soul and hold on tight so that you never let go.  
                                                So, who is Sarah Hall? She is the person who takes all the art classes in high school because there’s nowhere else to learn. She is the person who no matter how many people try to tell her she “can’t make it in this town” knows she can, and she will.  She is the person who has a hard time making friends because few people can relate to her because few people do. She is the mouse in the heard of elephants known as her family.  She is a stranger in her own hometown.
                                                It is 3:00 AM Tuesday morning, most people tucked and warm in bed dreaming of blissful thoughts and happy memories. Not Sarah Hall, she’s sitting on the edge of her bed staring at a stark white canvas laid directly in the middle of the floor.  Mulling the hundreds upon thousands of possible ideas for her latest and greatest masterpiece. This is an average night in her world. Pondering the possibilities of the next piece. Thinking and staring at a single spot on the canvas long and hard enough it feels as though it may burn. But, that’s what it means for her to love something. To completely let it destroy her emotionally until the final product is complete.
                                                But, the interesting thing is, Sarah will miss this place, this town, the people, and the comfort. She will miss it more than anyone will ever know. She was born just up the street, raised in the same house her entire life, she has those nearest and dearest to her resting in the cemetery just across town.  The several opportunities she never had when she lived there will be but the pebbles in the road of her journey. This town will live inside of her forever and frankly that is the way she would want it to be.