Friday, March 8, 2013

The Story of My Life

Just when you think you are on the way up and things are looking good, life has a tendency to kick you in nuts. This has happened to my countless times in my life, especially with injuries. 

Setbacks and failures are a part of life. But like the saying goes "it is not what happens to you, its what you do about it".   Well for over 30 years I have been picking myself off the ground (Note: sometimes I got assistance/medical help due to being unconscious), dusting myself off and got back on my bike and/or motorcycle.  Well after yesterday's visit to a wrist/hand specialist I am seriously considering finally walking away from competitive racing while I still can.

If you recall about 1 month ago I took a nasty fall while out riding with my son.  We were up at Smithville lake riding the MTB trails.  A bunny hop over a log went bad and I ended up going over the bars very hard.  For the past 4 weeks I have been having wrist pain.  The diagnosis after a quick trip to my family doctor was just a sprain.  I have had plenty of sprains in my life and this one was not getting any better.  Yesterday confirmed what I thought - torn ligaments.

I sat for hours thinking about all the training I have done as of late.  All the hours in the gym doing physical therapy not to mention the time spend riding and running. Currently I have to do about 5 hours of physical therapy a week just to keep my body and all my nagging injuries in check.  I thought about all those cold ass rides I went on to get ready for the 2013 season.  All of it now seems like a big waste of time and sacrifice.

Getting injured has been the story of my life.  I still remember back in 1988.  I had just finished up a very successful season - winning the 1987 Florida State Motocross Championship in the 125 A division.  I decided to give it 100%  and focus on trying to make it as a Professional.  Things were going great.  I had support from several key sponsors including Honda West.  I had a mechanic (Storman Norman Racing) to build and maintain my bikes.  I had great support from my brothers and friends like Tom Pantley.  Leading up to the Tampa Bay and Daytona rounds of the AMA Supercross series I felt like I could get a top 10 in the Lites division for sure.   Then while practicing at an area track I attacked the whoops full gas in 4th gear and about 1/2 through my wrist just snapped. That ended that season and the following.  It took me just about a full year for the bones in my wrist to fully heal.

One question I have been asking myself is why do I still want to race?  Do I really need to compete?  I have hundreds of medals and trophies.  I won several state championships and series titles.  Do I really need another? Early on these "little tokens" of a job done well came easy.  The last several years they have been much harder to come by.   When I do earn a spot on the podium I sure do appreciate it more than ever. I guess the real question is at what price will these victories come at?  Will I be able to lead a normal life when I get (if I get) into my 60's and 70's? 

1 comment:

ScottyD said...

Chris your averaging more physical therapy time per week than I average training these days.