It was one of the coldest hockey practices of the season, and I lost my warm socks. The socks provided me with the warmth I needed to prevent frostbite on cold days like that. I had to settle with using my regular ankle socks. The smart choice would have been to borrow someone else’s extra pair, but of course, I wasn't being smart. As soon as I was done getting dressed out and walked outside into the 40 below temperature, I could tell my toes were going to freeze. They were already getting cold within the first 20 minutes, but I was too stubborn to go into the hockey shed and warm up. Eventually my toes were so cold I couldn’t feel them, and I just assumed that they were starting to warm up. I continued to practice my offensive skills. When practice finally ended, and I was removing my skates, I still felt nothing. What I mean by I felt nothing was literal. I could not feel any pressure on my big toe as I pushed against them with my thumbs. Half of my toe was completely white. Once the blood began flowing into my toes again, it felt like my toe was being heated over a fire pit. Every time I would poke my toe, my nerves tingled and went crazy. Walking had become a difficult task to accomplish. With each step I took, I felt I was walking on shards of glass. My toe still has yet to fully recover.
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