This morning I was doing my throws and was feeling great. That made me reflect a little bit on where I had come from and what it took just to get here.
I think the simplest answer is faith.
I had faith when I walked into Overlake that day that I would pitch again. I had that same faith when I walked out with my arm in a heavy wrap and a sling.
I had faith in my surgeon that he did what was necessary to fix the problem. Much to Katy's dismay, she didn't need faith as he showed her pictures.
I had/have faith in Ken Roll to bring me back and work his craft like only he can.
I have faith in myself to be dedicated to the process of healing, rehabbing, and coming back to the mound.
It's honestly not always easy to keep the faith when it comes to this sort of thing. However, every time you get into your car or go on a hike, you have faith that you'll get where you're going.
I will be back on the mound in April or May. I have that faith.
No comments:
Post a Comment