A few days ago I had to fill out the usual race entry
form. At the end of the form was
the “In case of emergency” part.
Due to some recent changes in my life, I realized that my “in case of
emergency” had un-expectantly changed.
While that took me by surprise, I found myself wondering what exactly
constitutes an emergency. Some
would say that where I have been would be an emergency and there have been
times that I would agree. At the
same time I am aware that there are those very close to me that have
experienced a much different degree of emergency. My friend Monica that was hit by a car while training for
Ironman would assure me that there are many types of emergencies.
While I was riding my bike contemplating this idea I looked
down to see the latest scars on my knees.
Those were from my most recent need of “ in case of emergency” when I
had a face-to-face meet up with the roads in Arizona. It occurred to me that while we plan to avoid emergencies,
the best laid plans sometime just change.
I could live in a bubble and avoid taking any risks. I am pretty sure that would get me
close to not needing an “in case of emergency”. As I contemplated this concept, a truth came to me. Living in that bubble would be an emergency
of huge proportions. That would
mean that I had actually stopped living and would need an “in case of
emergency” to pull me out of it.
I chose to live this life all out. I chose to love with all that I am. I chose to play as hard as I can. I chose to work with all that I am
able. I chose to lay it all out on
the line.
So I sat on this blog post for about 2 months and then came
the time when I had to experience a true need for an “in case of
emergency” that I never dreamed would happen . As I was riding and training for Ironman Louisville on the
heels of winning my age group at the Buffalo Springs 70.3, I had another chance
to meet the asphalt. This was one
of those freak accidents that just don’t happen – but did. I was by myself and descending a road I
had gone down so many times. The
next thing I knew – I was flying through the air and then a rag doll at the
mercy of gravity. I gathered my
bike and my things and tried to collect my senses. At this point I realized that my previously intact collar
bone was far being in tact and was in fact in a few pieces. I was,
however blissfully unaware that most of the skin from my back was on the
road. The reality that I
needed my “in case of emergency” came into acute focus. I called my son to come get me. I
called some friends in the know of this type of injury. I went to get an x-ray.
And then the hard truth began to take shape – I was not going to be my
independent self for awhile. I
started to realize I was going to need help with just about everything and some
things I was not even aware of.
My “in case of emergency” crew stepped in to take over. See through this I have become aware
that I don’t have just ‘an’ “in case of emergency”, but rather I have
many. I have girlfriends willing
to come bathe me. I have loved ones willing to come change my bandages, to sit
with me, to wipe my tears, to hold my hand, to care for my children, to
encourage me, to drive me around and mostly to remind me that this is not who I
am. I am not broken, I am not
alone and I am not helpless. I am blessed beyond measure. The people that have surrounded me in
this time are some of the best humans to be on this planet. My best “move the body” friends, the most
amazing team mates, my children, my incredible Coach, my family and some of the most incredible
individuals that live life while loving full out. This situation is just another that gives me the opportunity
to experience who I am. That I am strong, healthy, powerful, loved, loving faithful and happy.
It will be some time before I will be back out on my bike
feeling the head wind in my face, running in the heat of the day or pulling
myself through the water. When
that time comes I will be more than ready to fill out those forms grateful that
I have a plethora of “in case of emergency” individuals that chose to play in
this game of life with me. I am a blessed person indeed and thankful for this sport that constantly mirrors my life back to me so that nothing is taken for granted.
3 comments:
Oh I'm so sorry to read about your broken collarbone?!? Argh! I hope you heal up quickly. Glad you have lots of friends to help you through right now... Xoxo
Ahh Mama Simmons. Yep Collarbone is in 3 pieces. And I am totally blessed that so many have shown up to take care of me. Frankly the past 4 months have been the hardest of my life. One thing that Ironman has taught me is that as long as we keep putting one foot in front of the other I will get where I am supposed to be
Oh, so sorry to read this. I hope you heal quickly and that your friends and children take good care of you.
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