Post by mvfitnessqueen on Jul 2, 2022 19:37:53 GMT -5
“Failure is never an option.”
Those words always rang in the head of Marisol Vilaro and her coaches throughout her athletic career; in fact, many of her role models in life seemed to live by that very creed those words define her. However, the one person who made them stick was her football coach in secondary school in Barcelona.
November 15th, 2014
It was a cold Autumn Day, the finals of the national secondary school championships; a team from Madrid stood across from Marisols Team; it was the second half. Marisol hit the game tieing goal, and her team was back on offense after a well-timed steal. From the defenseman on her squad, who then passed it to her best friend on the team Stephanie Vazquez, she managed to dodge a couple of steal attempts from the other team before getting into striking distance, and Marisol was running right beside her. Suddenly, Stephaine passed the ball right to Marisol, who was in striking distance; however, as she went to shoot, she was tackled right into her hard, tumbling to the ground. It was a malicious act to stop her. Marisol was screaming in pain as she said.
Marisol Vilaro: Joder, ¿qué demonios fue eso? (Fuck, What the hell?)
Marisol's teammates grab her as the coach Valerie Esperneza looks on, concerned that her star striker was nearly taken out. As Stephaine and another player helped her up, the referee came to her as she said.
Official: ¿Puedo continuar, necesito llamar al entrenador? (Can you continue do I need to call the trainer?)
Marisol Vilaro: No, estoy bien para continuar. (No, I am ok to continue.)
The official waves off the trainer from coming onto the pitch, as Marisol is soon called over to the sideline by Coach Valerie. As the young teenager runs to the sideline, the coach is waiting to look on as she eyes young Marisol in the eye before speaking.
Coach Valire: ¿Estás bien? Eso era barato. De todos modos, tienes el tiro penal, asegúrate de meterlo allí y somos campeones nacionales. (Are you ok? That was cheap. Anyway, you have the penalty kick, make sure you put it there and we are national champions.)
Coach Valerie has significantly impacted Marisol's life; living right next door, she was a significant influence on the young lady and all of the workout DVDs she watched. The young woman would work out with the coach even before joining the team, and now they had this moment it was close to becoming a champion, something they both had always wanted. Coach Val for her legacy and Marisol to prove her athletic prowess, get on the radars of more programs and have a chance to play professionally.
Marisol Vilaro: Lo sé, tengo este entrenador. Lo daré todo. (I know, I got this coach. I will give it my all.)
Marisol soon ran onto the field as Coach Valerie looked on and took the position, ready to kick the game-winning penalty kick. Just one kick was all that was needed. Just one kick to fulfill her dreams of being a champion, to get one step closer to playing football professionally. All she needed was this one moment. The young striker soon goes for it and hits the kick; however, she soon feels a sharp pain in her right leg and manages to kick the ball first, but she misses the goal wide right as she's holding her leg. Her best friend once again runs to her side, along with other teammates, to help her up. This time the referee doesn’t bother asking and instead calls over the trainer to roll out the gurney she was going on. Marisol felt the pain still, and her eyes were watering. Knowing she wouldn’t be out there for the rest of the game stung badly. Coach Valerie looked concerned, but she had to focus on the match. Marisol knew that. After her teammates lifted her onto the gurney, Stephaine soon spoke in a reassuring tone.
Stephaine Vazquez: No te preocupes, ganaremos esto para ti. ( Don’t worry we wll win this for you.)
Marisol formed a smile through the pain and was taken to the back. It was a tense evening where she would be checked on by the trainers and await the results of the match.
------ Later on in the evening----
In the local hospital
Marisol had finished being checked out by the trainers; it was a parietal ACL tear. While not a complete tear, Marisol could feel the pain still as she was lying on the table. Soon Stephaine ran into the trainer's room and hugged her friend, as Marisol soon said in a concerned tone.
Marisol Vilaro: Entonces, ¿cómo fue? No pude ver nada de aquí tristemente. (So, how did it go? I didn't get to see anything from back here, sadly.)
Stephaine had a pained expression on her face and started to cry a bit as she said.
Stephaine Vazquez: Perdimos, lamento saber que no es así como querías que fuera. Fallé, todos te fallamos. El entrenador Val está lívido, tengo miedo. (We lost, I am sorry I know this isn't how you wanted it to be. I failed we all failed you. Coach Val is livid I am scared.)
Marisol knew how that was and knew her coach could be on her way here; it was never pretty to deal with. While she loved coach Valerie, there was another side of her, a side only the team saw. None of the parents knew it.
Stephaine Vazquez: Empezó a tirar sillas y todo; fue horrible. Quedan muchos y me siento aterrorizado por el futuro; Sé que este es tu último año en la escuela, pero no sé si puedo hacer otro año de esto. (She started tossing chairs and everything; it was horrible. A lot just left, and I feel terrified for the future; I know this is your last year in school, but I don't know if I can do another year of this.)
Stephaine said, crying, as Marisol held her head on her shoulder as looked up. She was wondering in her mind if Coach Val would visit. She was hoping to see her but hearing this made her wonder.
Marisol Vilaro: Wow, realmente no es tu culpa que fueras increíble por ahí todos ustedes, era mío. Me lesioné y fui descuidado y me dejaron sacar. Soy un fracaso. (Wow, really it's not your fault you were amazing out there all of you were, it was mine. I got injured and was careless and let myself get taken out. I am a failure.)
Stephine shook her head at her friend, emphatically speaking in disagreement.
Stephaine Vazquez: No, no fue tu culpa que la perra te abordara por detrás y te sacara. Afortunadamente, no es una lágrima completa, por lo que no es tu culpa en absoluto. (No, it wasn't your fault that bitch tackled you from behind and took you out. Luckily it's not a complete tear so it's not your fault at all.)
Marisol Vilaro: Debería haberlo evitado, podría haber dado en el blanco y no habríamos estado en esa situación. Si tan solo entrenara más duro, los decepcioné a ustedes y al entrenador Val. (I should have avoided it, I could have hit the goal and we wouldn't have been in that situation. If only I trained harder, I let you guys down, and Coach Val down.)
Stephaine hugs Marisol again; however, soon, the doctors come in. They look at Stephaine before saying in a calm tone.
Doctor: ¿Podemos tener algo de tiempo a solas con el paciente?
Stephanie nodded as she waved to Marisol before walking out of the hospital room. As The doctor looked and put Marisol’s MRIs on the screen showing where the parietal tear of the ACL had taken place, it was a miracle it wasn’t a complete tear.
Doctor: Aquí es donde tuvo lugar el desgarro parcial, podría haber sido peor mucho peor. Entonces, lo que recomiendo que hablaré con sus padres al respecto, es que lo que hacemos es cirugía. (This is where the partial tear took place it could have been worse much worse. So, what I recommend I will talk to your parents about it, is that we do is surgery.)
Hearing that put Marisol in a world of thought. What would surgery be like could she make it through? One thing always kept popping up she had let her whole team down. And the words of her long-time coach kept ringing in her head.
“ El fracaso nunca es una opción.”
“Failure is Never an Option”
Those words always rang in the head of Marisol Vilaro and her coaches throughout her athletic career; in fact, many of her role models in life seemed to live by that very creed those words define her. However, the one person who made them stick was her football coach in secondary school in Barcelona.
November 15th, 2014
It was a cold Autumn Day, the finals of the national secondary school championships; a team from Madrid stood across from Marisols Team; it was the second half. Marisol hit the game tieing goal, and her team was back on offense after a well-timed steal. From the defenseman on her squad, who then passed it to her best friend on the team Stephanie Vazquez, she managed to dodge a couple of steal attempts from the other team before getting into striking distance, and Marisol was running right beside her. Suddenly, Stephaine passed the ball right to Marisol, who was in striking distance; however, as she went to shoot, she was tackled right into her hard, tumbling to the ground. It was a malicious act to stop her. Marisol was screaming in pain as she said.
Marisol Vilaro: Joder, ¿qué demonios fue eso? (Fuck, What the hell?)
Marisol's teammates grab her as the coach Valerie Esperneza looks on, concerned that her star striker was nearly taken out. As Stephaine and another player helped her up, the referee came to her as she said.
Official: ¿Puedo continuar, necesito llamar al entrenador? (Can you continue do I need to call the trainer?)
Marisol Vilaro: No, estoy bien para continuar. (No, I am ok to continue.)
The official waves off the trainer from coming onto the pitch, as Marisol is soon called over to the sideline by Coach Valerie. As the young teenager runs to the sideline, the coach is waiting to look on as she eyes young Marisol in the eye before speaking.
Coach Valire: ¿Estás bien? Eso era barato. De todos modos, tienes el tiro penal, asegúrate de meterlo allí y somos campeones nacionales. (Are you ok? That was cheap. Anyway, you have the penalty kick, make sure you put it there and we are national champions.)
Coach Valerie has significantly impacted Marisol's life; living right next door, she was a significant influence on the young lady and all of the workout DVDs she watched. The young woman would work out with the coach even before joining the team, and now they had this moment it was close to becoming a champion, something they both had always wanted. Coach Val for her legacy and Marisol to prove her athletic prowess, get on the radars of more programs and have a chance to play professionally.
Marisol Vilaro: Lo sé, tengo este entrenador. Lo daré todo. (I know, I got this coach. I will give it my all.)
Marisol soon ran onto the field as Coach Valerie looked on and took the position, ready to kick the game-winning penalty kick. Just one kick was all that was needed. Just one kick to fulfill her dreams of being a champion, to get one step closer to playing football professionally. All she needed was this one moment. The young striker soon goes for it and hits the kick; however, she soon feels a sharp pain in her right leg and manages to kick the ball first, but she misses the goal wide right as she's holding her leg. Her best friend once again runs to her side, along with other teammates, to help her up. This time the referee doesn’t bother asking and instead calls over the trainer to roll out the gurney she was going on. Marisol felt the pain still, and her eyes were watering. Knowing she wouldn’t be out there for the rest of the game stung badly. Coach Valerie looked concerned, but she had to focus on the match. Marisol knew that. After her teammates lifted her onto the gurney, Stephaine soon spoke in a reassuring tone.
Stephaine Vazquez: No te preocupes, ganaremos esto para ti. ( Don’t worry we wll win this for you.)
Marisol formed a smile through the pain and was taken to the back. It was a tense evening where she would be checked on by the trainers and await the results of the match.
------ Later on in the evening----
In the local hospital
Marisol had finished being checked out by the trainers; it was a parietal ACL tear. While not a complete tear, Marisol could feel the pain still as she was lying on the table. Soon Stephaine ran into the trainer's room and hugged her friend, as Marisol soon said in a concerned tone.
Marisol Vilaro: Entonces, ¿cómo fue? No pude ver nada de aquí tristemente. (So, how did it go? I didn't get to see anything from back here, sadly.)
Stephaine had a pained expression on her face and started to cry a bit as she said.
Stephaine Vazquez: Perdimos, lamento saber que no es así como querías que fuera. Fallé, todos te fallamos. El entrenador Val está lívido, tengo miedo. (We lost, I am sorry I know this isn't how you wanted it to be. I failed we all failed you. Coach Val is livid I am scared.)
Marisol knew how that was and knew her coach could be on her way here; it was never pretty to deal with. While she loved coach Valerie, there was another side of her, a side only the team saw. None of the parents knew it.
Stephaine Vazquez: Empezó a tirar sillas y todo; fue horrible. Quedan muchos y me siento aterrorizado por el futuro; Sé que este es tu último año en la escuela, pero no sé si puedo hacer otro año de esto. (She started tossing chairs and everything; it was horrible. A lot just left, and I feel terrified for the future; I know this is your last year in school, but I don't know if I can do another year of this.)
Stephaine said, crying, as Marisol held her head on her shoulder as looked up. She was wondering in her mind if Coach Val would visit. She was hoping to see her but hearing this made her wonder.
Marisol Vilaro: Wow, realmente no es tu culpa que fueras increíble por ahí todos ustedes, era mío. Me lesioné y fui descuidado y me dejaron sacar. Soy un fracaso. (Wow, really it's not your fault you were amazing out there all of you were, it was mine. I got injured and was careless and let myself get taken out. I am a failure.)
Stephine shook her head at her friend, emphatically speaking in disagreement.
Stephaine Vazquez: No, no fue tu culpa que la perra te abordara por detrás y te sacara. Afortunadamente, no es una lágrima completa, por lo que no es tu culpa en absoluto. (No, it wasn't your fault that bitch tackled you from behind and took you out. Luckily it's not a complete tear so it's not your fault at all.)
Marisol Vilaro: Debería haberlo evitado, podría haber dado en el blanco y no habríamos estado en esa situación. Si tan solo entrenara más duro, los decepcioné a ustedes y al entrenador Val. (I should have avoided it, I could have hit the goal and we wouldn't have been in that situation. If only I trained harder, I let you guys down, and Coach Val down.)
Stephaine hugs Marisol again; however, soon, the doctors come in. They look at Stephaine before saying in a calm tone.
Doctor: ¿Podemos tener algo de tiempo a solas con el paciente?
Stephanie nodded as she waved to Marisol before walking out of the hospital room. As The doctor looked and put Marisol’s MRIs on the screen showing where the parietal tear of the ACL had taken place, it was a miracle it wasn’t a complete tear.
Doctor: Aquí es donde tuvo lugar el desgarro parcial, podría haber sido peor mucho peor. Entonces, lo que recomiendo que hablaré con sus padres al respecto, es que lo que hacemos es cirugía. (This is where the partial tear took place it could have been worse much worse. So, what I recommend I will talk to your parents about it, is that we do is surgery.)
Hearing that put Marisol in a world of thought. What would surgery be like could she make it through? One thing always kept popping up she had let her whole team down. And the words of her long-time coach kept ringing in her head.
“ El fracaso nunca es una opción.”
“Failure is Never an Option”