Life is nothing without korfball

The first few weeks

Everything went fine, i went to rick five times a week and didn't sport at all, but is was so bored and didn't do anything, my ankle still hurts but i'm stubborn and decided to do a workout to remain my health, my ankle was screaming and begging me to stop but i pushed trough it, it felt good that I sported the first time in 2 weeks. I put my ankle in a ice bath after and everything was fine as long as is ignored the pain.

I decided to tell rick i was fine and i could train again, but he didn't buy it, i was aloud to train on 1 condition, he would watch every training for the next month to see if everything went alright/

So that happens, monday on 18.00 i'm in at training. My ankle crying and begging me to stop, but i push trough and try and pretend that nothing hurts anymore. when 20.00 reaches i fall down on the wooden bench and drink my full water bottle.
Rick walks up to me, ready to discuss everything i sit up but that's not what happened, Koen also walked up and he picked me up bridal style and carried me to the physioroom in DVO, but me on the chair grabs me ice from the kitchen.