Emily Beers explains why human beings are more interesting than elite athletes.
I am sprawled on the floor holding my right leg.
“Are you OK? Is there anything we can do?” ask a handful of people who have suddenly crowded around me.
“Yes, can you Google ‘Achilles ruptures’ for me? Find out what the surgery is like and how long the rehab is,” I say.
“Relax, Em. You don’t know what you’ve done yet. It might not be anything serious,” a friend says to me.
I hope he is right, but I know what I’ve done. The unmistakable pop. The squishy tendon. I know I have ruptured my Achilles. I know I am done for the season.
I feel like my world has just crumbled beneath me.