Posted in Dad life, Injury, Life lessons, Musings, Rehabilitation

At the Surgeon

For the background on this, see my earlier post The Call.

As the Dr. entered the room, he looked at the image of Luke’s ankle on the computer screen and said exactly what I had been expecting:

“That looks bad. We definitely need to fix that!”

He then gave a complete description of what he saw in the x-ray (a fully displaced, medial malleolar fracture) and described the process of how it should be fixed (open reduction with internal fixation).   Continue reading “At the Surgeon”

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The Call (No Parent Wants to Get)

It was 7:18 on a rainy Thursday evening. I was sitting in a U-Haul truck outside of a friends house getting ready to move some furniture and my phone rang. I looked at the screen and saw a number I didn’t recognize. My immediate reaction was:

“Another robocall, I wish they would stop.”

Then for some reason I decided to answer the call.

The voice on the other side said:

This is Officer (Name omitted) from the Hyattsville Police Department, I want to let you know your son is OK, he is awake, alert and responsive, can move all of his extremities and has a lot of scrapes and bruises. He was hit by a Jeep while riding his bicycle and is in the hospital emergency room for further evaluation. You might want to head over.

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An Unplanned Rest Day

Last night around dinner time I began to get an uneasy feeling. My throat was beginning to get sore, pressure was building in my sinuses and my body was starting to ache. And of course as this is happening the first thought through my head was:

“I hope I feel better in the morning, because I would hate to miss tomorrow’s workout”

Why is that the first thought that crosses my mind? Continue reading “An Unplanned Rest Day”

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Something Bigger Than Me

As I thought about racing this season, I kept asking myself “How I can I make this year about more than me?” and wondering how to use my racing to make a difference for others.

At first I wasn’t sure what to do, but a couple of weeks ago after a workout I was sitting on the ground in a puddle of sweat saying to myself: “That was hard,  I am so glad it’s over” and then I began to think about people with real struggles, struggles that never end. Continue reading “Something Bigger Than Me”

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The Rig

Those two little words.



Nothing else causes me more trouble in an obstacle race than the rig. No matter what race, Savage, Battlefrog (RIP) or Spartan, I have yet to complete one.

Why? At first I thought it was a physical problem, I blamed a lack of upper body strength, I blamed lack of grip strength, I blamed a shoulder injury, I blamed just about everything I could imagine and worked to overcome those problems; but in the end, my results were still the same.

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