News...Never Changing

Some may think that this post is a political outreach but....guess again. I live far from anything and hardly know what is going on in the world anymore, which is actually kind of nice. I do know however that The Office is on Thursdays, but it is not posted on the internet until Fridays sometimes. Anyway, I am writing this because it is almost the end of November and I haven't posted anything.
I am doing well with school and tennis. School is FLYING by (I can hardly believe it is already reviews for the finals). I like my classes, and I LOVE my schedule right now. Next semester will be interesting to say the least. Oh well. My classes are pretty small, there aren't really that many people here, about the size of a 4A or 5A high-school. I know ridiculous right? There are nice things about attending school at a small school, you know everyone, the professors are very easy to work with, and the beach, sun, palm trees.
Tennis has been a different story lately. I had a tough few weeks. I have been experiencing some lovely feelings in my legs called SHIN SPLINTS. I have NEVER had this problem before, but as my wise and all knowing mother says, "When is the last time your body has been worked for 4 hours a day 5 days a week?" There is LOTS of truth to this statement. I was struggling thinking what I was doing wrong, I felt like I was starting to get on top of my fitness, I was becoming more confident in hitting, and I was starting to put pressure on some of the players. Then one day, I went to the trainer for ice and she sent me to the doctor and he told me to stay off my legs (which was hard because tennis is played on your feet) for a week at least. I was so sad, I cried in the doctor's office, only a little though. I could only bike and swim. That week was what I thought was the longest week ever. I did LOTS of biking and some swimming. Then that week was up (oh yeah, I had to wear tennis shoes and supports everywhere I went, which means no more sandals). I went back to the doctor, and he asked how I was feeling, I wasn't really feeling any different and he could see bruising and swelling in my legs so he sent me to the hospital for x-rays (I hope I never have to go to the hospital here for a procedure). He thought i might have stress fractures and that I needed to stay off them for another week. He did say though that I could hit without running. If you know anything about me, you know I don't like to move when I play tennis, but being here has changed that because I would rather move my feet in between shots than run sprints. So I tried hitting one day for 5 minutes and almost died. It hurt SOO bad. I did catch up on LOTS of scripture reading and I got all my reading done for my English class because I would ride the bike for 45 minutes, then go to practice for two hours and sit. Coach started asking me about my friend schwinn (the bike) and about my readings. I swear I was the only one riding that recumbant bike because it would be in the same setting in the afternoons that I would put it on in the mornings. Enough of the pity party...sorry, I am back to hitting and feeling good, I broke strings today, so that is good I guess.
I learned that even though I thought my life was going to end without tennis, it obviously didn't(that may have been the dramatic side of me...courtesy dad...jk). I also had to do something these past weeks I have never done. I asked a man other than my dad to give me a blessing. That night after I hit for 5 minutes, Shawni and I were at dinner and our bishop works there. He came up to us and said hi and asked if we were alright, we said yes, then he started talking to Shawni because she was speaking that Sunday. Well then that next morning, I was talking to mom and she told me to just go ask the bishop for a blessing. I sucked it up and after I ate breakfast went into the back of the cafeteria and sat down infront of him. I told him this was weird for me, and that I didn't know what else to do to help my legs heal and that I needed help. He told me that he thought I would have come that night before, he told me he knew I needed something. That hit me hard, I started crying and right there in his office in the cafeteria he gave me a blessing. It was such a good blessing too, I wasn't healed right away, but I also didn't have stress fractures which was a HUGE blessing. I felt like I needed to talk to coach and tell him that I was doing everything I knew to do, but I didn't tell him about the blessing. He understood and was frustrated not at me but at the situation because the WHOLE women's team is injured right now. The doctor came out to practice a couple of days later and was talking to coach then he came over to where I was reading and asked how I was doing. Coach answered for me and said that after I hit for five minutes having balls tossed to me had me asking for a blessing. I had no idea that he knew, my AWESOME bishop knew that this was such a big deal that he told coach. I didn't tell anyone but Shawni about the blessing and she didn't tell coach. It was nice to know that he was being patient with me. I never really realized it until after that the bishop could have said, "Justine, not right now, I am at work" but he stopped everything right then for me and gave me a blessing that came from inspiration I am pretty sure. I am grateful he did that for me. That blessing gave me a comfort that all priesthood is the same. No matter where you are, it is the same power of comfort for me mostly and healing.
Now that you are caught up on my drama.....I learned that I like SUSHI wrapped in egg, not sea weed. :)

P.S. I am sure that I would have freaked out so much more if I didn't have my parents to talk to and Heavenly Father. I think that I must have been slacking on my scripture reading and this was His way of telling me. But my parents had to say everything like twenty times of course before I would listen to them and they let me vent to them and cry. THANKS GUYS!!!!!!