The End

I quit the team yesterday. I've had enough of the athletic trainers' painful therapies. I've decided to just let go and give my body a break from everything. In the meantime I'll focus on getting some schoolwork done over the next two weeks. Russ seemed to agree with the decision, although the look of defeat on his face made me feel kind of bad. They've all tried so hard over the past 4 months...my coaches, trainers, doctors, and teammates...and in a way I feel like I've let them down. I failed to be the athlete they needed me to be. I will be back however. I don't know when my leg will return to its glorious self, but I'm confident that time will come.

What is that thing they like to say? When you love something, sometimes you just need to let it go and see if it comes back. Hmm. I suppose it's time to find out if that really works. I still believe. Do you?


This is Lucas, signing off.

But only for a while...