DAY 1 The Year of the Rupture. It started on February 12, 2017, at the Willamalane sports complex in Springfield, Oregon. The basketball game that day was scheduled for 5 p.m. Warmed up on the treadmill. All was good, only slight limitations from a meniscus sprain sustained three weeks prior. Nothing major except the coming signs of age. I’m 37. Not old, but the best basketball years are long behind me, and the bumping and sprinting next to the 20-something-year-old competition is an abrupt reminder. The next reminder was one of pain. Minutes after the game started, I felt a … Continue reading The Year of the Rupture: The First 100 Days