BelGioco Wellness

16/08/2022

29/10/2021

I recently read the rant Kobe Bryant posted after he tore his achilles tendon at 35. The spiral of emotions from how do I come back, what do I do, to buck the f**k up and make it happen.

This past April I started having crazy cramps in my right calf. Literally the second that healed in mid May my knee blew up like a balloon with no known injury. It was the end of the spring season, only a week break before the start of the Div 1 summer season.

I had no break before summer season to rest or even get an actual answer. All trainers kept saying," There doesn't seem to be any serious injury, your knee appears to just be pi**ed off." Okay then...

I was at a loss. WTF was wrong with my knee? The pain was unbearable, a secret that was being kept safe.

Summer season came, I drug around my dead leg in pure pain playing to the best of my ability. I can honestly say that was the first season of my entire life I went goalless.

I did what was needed to keep business moving past that I spent my summer icing every minute to make practice and games possible.

Yet with a final flare up in August I went to an ER. Followed by seeing an orthopedic,scheduled an MRI and PT with two ladies who I have come to love.

Honestly I have lived my entire life under Mamba Mentality and that MRI was just not fitting into my schedule, I am busy!

The PT, absolutely I dig it. Its literally like training. I am competing against myself to grow stronger, get better balance.

I have spent the last two months at Boston Sports Medicine with Bonnie and Margo making an actual turn around.

Last night was the strongest practice yet! I started the fall season off scoring goals and continuing crashing the back of net with the ball. I feel stronger than I have in the last year. My knee doesn't even flair up, I move, pivot, pass like all is good.

For whatever reason I finally made it to my MRI on Tuesday and went over the results this morning with Margo.

Even as good as I feel, strong as I have been striking the ball, news like that is never easy to hear... FOLLOW for the full test results

11/10/2021

• A Runners 🏃🏻‍♀️ Pride •
There are times in life when respect must be shown. Today is one of those days.

Stand Tall, Dream On Boston. Since the day I crossed the Finish line, I have never missed a marathon Monday. Tears come to my eyes, an overwhelming sense of athletic pride.
S**t I tattooed the Adidas slogan “Impossible is Nothing” on my back just as soon as I could walk post run.

In 2013 my heart was broken from the acts of hate upon our house. In 2014 I left my shoes on the homestretch.

As an athlete I’ve always been able to lose myself in the beauty of sport.

Sure I share my pieces I write on fashion, promote my clients business, spread the word on the latest in the North End.

I tend to keep my personal life my own. Don’t let the cheerleader spirit fool you, my alter ego is a bitch! I’m a damaged, pi**ed of Italian that takes that s**t out on the pitch or the linage I inherited from my father, the runners path.

Nothing can take the feeling of that pride away. Not sickness, not terrorism, not my parents leaving me to figure it out on my own at 11, not the everyday as***le. Go ahead take it all back, leave me sleeping in my car. You can’t take this feeling, there is no price tag, it’s all mine!

I crossed that finish line. No stopping, no pause, full of pure athletic pride still running up smiling to the people who passed me prior.

I vowed to myself to run every single step of that 26.2 mile mountain. Every day I dream on, That day I dreamed myself a dream come true.

Our city, our home, once again is ready to run. Lers lean on one another for support, kindness, care. We are and will cross that iconic finish line together.

Dream on Boston, Tomorrow the good lord could take you away, dream yourself a dream come true! One ❤️ Boston

My heart is with you runners and it pains me I wont be on Boylston but... me and my crew have a championship game to play!



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