My perspective on this type stuff has changed. On Valentine's Day, I fell descending my basement stairs. I wasn't hurrying or carrying a heavy load, but my left foot got caught under me as I fell forward. I ruptured my quad tendon, which connects the quad muscles to the kneecap. My leg remained braced straight for 6 weeks, with zero weight bearing and I only started walking at about 10-11 weeks. The resulting stiffness and muscle atrophy is still not fully healed, but I did ride my bike last week for the first time since the fall. Seeing my cycling friends was a mixed bag of emotions - will I ever be a full fledged member of the group again ?
I say all this not for sympathy, but I feel differently for these athletes now. Injuries damage you physically, but also mentally. Performing even simple tasks is harder because you can catch yourself anticipating pain. I feel for the young man, the rehab is uncertain at times and scary. And it all resulted from doing something he'd done without thinking hundreds or thousands of times before.