On December 29, 2015, I broke my wrist.
I finished the noon CrossFit class, went to lunch with friends then went back to the gym to do another workout (we all had the day off and wanted to get some extra work in). I was warming up my squat cleans before we were going to start the workout (featuring heavy squat cleans). Felt fine at 80#, 90#, 100#. Then I tackled 105# once. Then 105# tackled me.
I was trying to catch the barbell after the lift but didn’t have it, held on a little too long and boom: barbell crashes on wrist, I run to bathroom so no-one would see me cry.
Well, people still saw me cry. I didn’t think I broke it (thought tendons or ligaments) so I iced it, got a ride home and was just going to take it easy. It wasn’t until I called Mama and Papa Honey Bee (who were out of town) that I went to the ER with my sister.
(PS. Most pics via Lesley’s SnapChat. She’s actually the little sister…)
I really didn’t think there was a chance of a break. I had it in my mind: no way, no how. In all my years of competitive basketball and other activities… I’d never broken anything. Sure a bunch of sprained ankles, fingers, a concussion here and there… but a break? Nadda.
Well, never say never. Yes: I broke both my radius and ulna, a Colle’s fracture.
I will spare you most of the hospital details but I must say that pulling the bones back into place hurt more than the actual break itself (the freezing didn’t work) and that I am very grateful for the amazing team at Humber River Hospital and my incredibly calm and supportive sister.
I’m writing this today cast-free (just a splint for a bit and lots of physio/rehab) pretty full of emotion and lessons learned.
When this happened, I thought my world had imploded. I had no use of my right hand or arm. I couldn’t do the simplest tasks (tying my shoes, putting up my hair). How would I be independent? I couldn’t chop vegetables, wash dishes. How would I service my Honey Bee Meals clients and feed myself? I couldn’t lift weights. How would I workout and feel strong? I couldn’t hold a clipboard and a marker. How would I draw out plays for the team?
Yes, I was sad. Yes, I was in pain. Yes, I was frustrated. Yes, 6 weeks in a cast and then the unknown when it came off sounded terrible and terrifying. But I didn’t let these feelings last.
My amazing family and friends helped me tie my shoes, braid my hair (and wash my hair, or else I wore a hat!) Some awesome additions to the Honey Bee team chopped and helped cook. Whole Foods hot bar helped to feed me. When the pain subsided, I went to the gym and became best friends with the air dyne and the safety squat bar. I figured out how to be a one-armed coach and still win games.
I figured out how to live my life because setbacks are temporary.
Sure, there were still some days where I felt down, frustrated, regretful. Why did this happen to me? Why can’t I do anything? Why did I go back for workout #2 when I was tired and why didn’t I wear my wrist wraps? There were a few times when I was a complete misery and horrible to be around but the vast majority of the time I had a smile on my face because sometimes shit happens and we have to figure out how to deal with it and not sacrifice our happiness in the process.
I’m not sure when I’ll be able to do a squat clean again (still working on just regaining range of motion) but I am sitting here today promising that I will. With a smile on my face. And if/when something or someone gets you down, I hope you do too.
How do you stay positive when something not-so-positive happens?
Have you ever broken anything?!