It felt like someone had shot something into my calf.
I looked around and yelped a “What?”
The others on the basketball court looked at me confused.
There was no one there, and nothing had hit me.
The pain was so intense that I was close to passing out a
few minutes later, sweating to take small and painfully slow steps.
Turns out that I tore my calf muscle. First time on crutches
in my life.
My good friend and sports medicine guru Dr. Chris McGrew, given
that I was not jumping or moving when it happened, diagnosed it as “spontaneous
combustion.”
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But this piece is not about the injury.
No, that kind of piece belongs in a medical school lecture
but not here.
What I have felt most intensely over the last hours since
the “spontaneous combustion” is the overwhelming support.
Starting with the guys on the court who went out of their
way to take care of me. Thanks to the “Noontime Legends” as we call our group.
As I limped badly to the exit of the gym, a wonderful UNMer
went to look for crutches. (I made sure to promote our upcoming Running
Medicine season in return. Hey, he was wearing a track and field jacket.)
Within minutes of the injury, Dr. McGrew was on the phone
with me, thinking through the next steps.
My family dropped everything and made their way to campus.
And as I limped to across campus Tracy and Tim, two of our long-time
members of the Running Medicine community, offered to give me a ride. (I think
the exact quote was “I saw you 20 minutes ago and you were about 15 feet from
where you are now. Not your normal speed, Anthony.”)
My own clinic, the 1209 Clinic at UNM went out of their way
to make room for me to be seen. One of my former students now serving as my
provider.
I even noticed the way that passer-bys on UNM’s campus
looked on with concern and empathy. They didn’t know what to say or do, but
expressed their concern.
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I invest in my life in others.
I feel good about this investment. (A piece on that subject from January)
Today, the investment “matured” and showered me with amazing
returns.
I also noticed today that it is hard for me to accept the
role of “receiver” and “patient”. I need to work on this.
So, as I limp to bed, here is an update:
My calf hurts.
My heart is filled.
I am grateful.
I wish each of you an amazing Thursday.