Going into my sophomore year, I was training hard and getting fit, eagerly awaiting our report date. Nevertheless, I tore my hamstring. This injury impaired my summer conditioning, but fortunately I was able to make it back for the first preseason game. Though yearning for a great team season, instead I experienced many bumps in the road with my fitness and overall consistency. We fell short that season and I was disappointed with my own personal performance, expecting more from myself. As that season finished, we knew we had lots to fix and worked feverishly through winter and spring with a common goal that we needed to do better. Just as I felt like I was getting into the swing of things, I partially tore my other hamstring. I was devastated to experience another setback. I was scared to repeat the same season and anxious not to disappoint myself, my teammates and my coaches.
In the turmoil of recovering from another injury, I had the privilege to go to Costa Rica for a community service trip with other UW athletes. We built a sports court for an underfunded community within the city of Matambù. It was one of the most rewarding experiences I could have been offered so far at UW. We stayed with host families for ten days and worked 12-hour days, rain and shine. We dug and picked at the plot of land to level it and then mixed and poured the concrete. The locals helped us throughout this process and their gratitude and hospitality was staggering. The people of Matambù maintained a lifestyle of “Pura Vida”, which translates to “pure life”. Although they do not possess many material goods, they are rich in their sense of community and love for the simplicities life has to offer.
As much as I enjoyed being a part of the Costa Rican care-free and positive attitude, I found it difficult to communicate directly. However, when I played soccer with the local boys I felt the cross-cultural connection. Soccer had consistently connected me to people around my city, state and country, but had never extended across international borders and cultures. Soccer is known to be a “universal language” and after having this experience, I felt that to be true.
While playing with the Costa Rican villagers, I realized that I was the only female to join the game. Later on, Jackie Mynarski, a UW associate athletic director, told me it was really important that I played with these boys. She suggested that it allowed little girls to see that women can excel in sports too. That exact moment profoundly impacted me. I realized how privileged I was, as a woman, to play at the highest level. I am so grateful to have this opportunity, knowing that it isn’t the case in a lot of other countries. Soccer can bring more than just blood, sweat and tears. It can bring unity and social change. Through something as simple as a pick-up soccer scrimmage, I was taught how lucky I am and how I should never take advantage of the opportunities I’ve earned. Furthermore, I learned how much progress can still be made to create a more equal and inclusive environment.