My team and I were playing in a very complex tournament that was scorching and arid. In the severely hot and humid weather, I was behind the plate, catching for our pitcher. I was constantly throwing as hard as I could all the way to second base, trying to receive an out. After throwing as hard as I could many times, over and over again, my arm was as sore as it could be. It was like someone was taking my shoulder and twisting it and squeezing it in many ways. Me being the way I am, ignored the pain and had kept throwing as hard as I could. My shoulder was the target my motivation shot at. The pain finally made me speak up, and at the time the coaches believed it was my way of throwing, until the pain never really went
My team and I were playing in a very complex tournament that was scorching and arid. In the severely hot and humid weather, I was behind the plate, catching for our pitcher. I was constantly throwing as hard as I could all the way to second base, trying to receive an out. After throwing as hard as I could many times, over and over again, my arm was as sore as it could be. It was like someone was taking my shoulder and twisting it and squeezing it in many ways. Me being the way I am, ignored the pain and had kept throwing as hard as I could. My shoulder was the target my motivation shot at. The pain finally made me speak up, and at the time the coaches believed it was my way of throwing, until the pain never really went