Tuesday, April 24, 2018
Jumped in the truck after the their physical therapy session to get them dropped off at the church’s Tuesday night small group. I headed back to the other side of town to meet a friend at the school for some sprint drills and HIIT. I pulled up to the park and see Liz’s SUV in the parking lot.
7:15pm… Made it just in time
I grab my water bottle and keys and head to the soccer field to get started. I see her getting warmed up. We do some light stretches and catch up our families weekend of sports activities. I finished up some runners stretches and we walked over to the soccer field.
I explain to Liz that we will start with some sprint drills and then jump into some a few rounds of calisthenics.
Liz, you ready? Yep… Byron, you ready? do this. We will keep it at around 65-70% of speed. I told her we will build up because we don’t want to pull anything.
Ready Set Go…
We sprint down, then we sprint back.
We sprint down, then we sprint back.
We sprint down. Out of breath and breathing hard, I ask “Feeling ok?” She said “Yep, I’m good.”
Then here is where it all changed. I said let’s go. Ready Go….
Because I’m feeling pretty good, I stepped off at around the 80-90% of speed only to here a loud popping sound of large rubber band.
In my head, sounded like a gun shot went off. POW!!!
And immediately I hit the ground.
Liz, screamed at me “Are you ok? Did you step in a hole? What was that sound? Was that your foot?”
I laid on the ground laughing & in shock saying “Nope, I didn’t step in a hole but I’m pretty sure I just tore my Achilles.”
No way… Yes way…
I’m sure it was my Achilles. She called my wife and she drove over picked me up and got me over to urgent care only to find out that yes it was my Achilles
I sat in that waiting room “not” thinking “Why Me?” All I could come up with was that “I got exactly what I prayed for.”
No no no, I wasn’t praying to get hurt or to rupture my Achilles.
See what you don’t know is that I had been praying for the past couple of weeks for some of sort of sign on whether I should take this new position which would require less travel than I was already doing but still travel nonetheless. Or, do I stay where I am at and take over as the new PM by the end of this year?
See my kids are now a Junior & Sophomore in high school with only a few more short years left in our house and I really wanted to spend as much time with them before they are off to college and living there own lives away from mom & dad.
My upcoming trip May 13th-26th, I was headed to Hawaii for a week and then I was off to South Korea to fix something that was gonna take a whole 15 minutes once I was there. Government is flying me halfway across the world to fix a problem I walk someone how to repair over the phone. I
Feeling bummed that I was going to miss my daughter’s birthday and Mother’s Day. (Wifey was pretty unhappy about it)
You might be saying coincidence but I’m saying prayer. God knew my that I really didn’t want to go on either trip but that’s what my job requires me to do. Funny how one simple thin changed everything.
I can’t drive.
I can’t travel.
I can’t take the new position.
My boss told me I could work from home.
And now I get to spend the whole summer with my kids. My daughter just got her permit so I guess I know who is driving me around the rest of the summer.My point is I really didn’t know what to do but this injury cleared things up for me real quick.
I’m sitting in the urgent care waiting for them to call me back I felt God say, “Byron, here’s your sign.”
Urgent care doctor said it’s a complete tear, so now I’m off to schedule an MRI, blood work, and find someone to do the surgery.
Here goes my summer but I do get to spend it with my kiddos and start the recovery process.
Moral of Story: Because careful of what you pray for, you just might get it!
