I'm stubborn. My competitive ego often has the better of me. I'm sure some of you could admit the same. I'm 53 and, slowing down or struggling in a game does bruise my pride as a long time experienced goalie. It's what we have to deal with as the game clock keeps ticking.
In my 30s, I subbed in a game where 6 players showed up. We were playing one of the top teams in the division (beer league). The guys in front had already decided to lose even before puck drop. Five minutes into the game I suffer a high sprang in my right leg. It was a 10 out of 10 in pain. I played through it despite clearly looking like an injured animal in the crease. It was a mix of survival, pride, ego, reputation. We lost, a true blowout. I hobbled to the dressing room and then on. Took me a year to recover. No hockey, no dancing, no running, no cycling. I was done for literally 12 months. Was it smart? Not really. I was hungry for action and wouldn't take no for an answer, not even from myself.
I have had other close calls, like a puck to the neck, 2 crash-ins (which was surely the culprit to my now occasional back issues). I've even showed up at games when I had a migraine or my back was on the verge of locking out. Funny thing, as soon as you step in the crease and the game commences, you kind of forget the pain or discomfort, for the time of play. Mind over matter? Competitive drive? Fear of embarrassment? who knows.
I can play through bruises and hard shots and some strains and tightness, but I do try to consider the severity of my injuries now. I'm not a payed professional after all.