Inspiration from 2008 Olympian and Silver Medalist Emily Silver
Emily Silver (on Twitter @Emily_Silver) never says quit. It is just not in her vocabulary!
At the 2008 Summer Olympics, Silver earned a silver medal swimming in the heats of the 4×100 m freestyle. But little did she know it was a long painful journey to reach the pool deck on that day.
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Her story of hurdling adversity, like many of us, are filled with highs, lows and everything in between.
You see, after Emily qualified for Beijing in the 100m freestyle and secured a spot on the 4x100m relay at the U.S. Swim Trials she was confronted with a choice. Should she scratch from 50m Freestyle which was her next event? She already had accomplished her Olympic dream. A dream that began when she was only 7 years old. Her finish in the 100 Freestyle had placed her on the team. Or should she just go ahead and swim it.
She basked in the solace of knowing that her dream had just been realized. Yet, there was still one more race to go.
Her coach thought that she should swim the 50 meters. After all she did make the qualifying standard and therefore earned a lane in the 50m Prelims
Emily’s final decision was to move forward and swim the 50m Free.
She lined up in her lane for the big race!
2008 Prelims 50m Freestyle
“5o meter Freestyle… Step Up” the starters voice cracked through the still air of the natatorium.
It was the 12 heat of 12 in the Omaha indoor pool.
The 50m freestyle is just a pure sprint. Like the 100m in track and field, the winner of this race gets bragging rights as the fastest swimmer in the United States.
Emil y stepped up the short ladder to the starting block and shook her arms free. She adjusted her goggles one last time. She was in the lane 3 just next Dara Torres in lane 4 who would later become the oldest swimmer in U.S. History to compete for the Olympic Team.
“Take your mark.” The voice of the starter was low and matter of fact.
She bent over and grabbed the front of the block below her allowing herself to rock slightly backward in order to position herself properly to rocket into the pool.
“Beep” the tone went off an Emily sprung from the platform. Her lean and muscular 5’11” frame broke the water surface and she slipped below in a perfect streamline (a swimmer’s body position which allows such a shape for moving through the water with the least amount of resistance) and resurfaced with a thunderous kick while symmetrically churning her arms in rhythmic cadence as she drew near to the end of race.
When she touched the wall with her hand, she looked up and saw that she was in the top of the field and would advance to the semi finals. She had finished 12th and was 1.07 sec behind Lara Jackson who was the fastest qualifier posting an American Record in the process.
2008 Semi-Finals 50m Freestyle
In the semi’s Emily drew lane one.
The same sequence happened in the semi’s. The starter called the ladies to their mark and when all were ready, he commanded set, and then the tone sounded.
Emily again went smooth into the water and churned a wake as if she had an outboard motor strapped to the end of her feet. She pressed herself to make it to the finals. Maybe this would be the day!
She neared the wall and pressed her body forward, head down, goggles down, hand outstretched for the touch against the timing pad! She extended and when her hand hit the wall she felt excruciating pain.
She had not qualified for the finals. She finished 12th overall.
She was rushed to the doctors off and told the worst possible news. She touched the wall on her finish in such a way that her hand broke in two places.
What goes through a persons mind.
She just had the highest of highs making the Olympic Team on the 4x100m Fr Relay. Her dream realized! And now, devastation. With just a few short months before the games she has a broken hand.
What did she do?
Well I caught up with this remarkable young lady at Reach the Peak, a program sponsored by the United States Olympic Committee to help potential athletes prepare for the next games, and got her perspective on what she did to get herself ready for the 2008 Olympics Games in Beijing after breaking her hand.
Take a listen to our quick 3:00 min interview to hear the rest of the story!
Enjoy the clip
The Inspiration of Puddle Splashing
View the narrated text of this blog online at: http://youtu.be/quT4Xtp-wHc
Robert Frost wrote a poem called, “Mending Wall.” It begins with the words…
“Something there is that doesn’t love a wall that makes the ground swell under it…”
I won’t finish it, you can look it up. It’s a good poem and one I would like to commit to memory. (http://writing.upenn.edu/~afilreis/88/frost-mending.html)
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Anyway, the poem was the first thing I thought about after having a conversation with my seat mate Tina who I was next to on a very short 18 minute flight from Colorado Springs to Denver. I was in 5D and she was in 5C. Since the plane’s seating on the commuter flight is very close we struck up a polite conversation.
She was on the way to Phoenix and I to Anaheim California.
Our conversation drifted to growing up and the similar comparisons between two different experiences that wound up getting us to common ground. You see, “(she) is all pine and I am apple orchard.”
Anyway, as we chatted about growing up we quickly placed the conversation squarely on our children and the topic of puddles. Yes, those small pools of water, especially rain water, or the after effects of a good fire hydrant water park. (Some of you may remember this).
“Do you remember puddles?” I asked.
She looked at me with curiosity in her eyes.
“Puddles,” she said.
“You know puddles that appear after a fresh rain. I have never found a puddle that didn’t call out to be jumped in with either one or both feet,” I told her.
She laughed and said, “You know my boy used to always jump in puddles and get my pantyhose all splotched up with the water. Knowing I had to go to work with those splotches on my leg wear I would et so mad at him for getting me all wet.”
I laughed and told her, “As a kid I was always was jumping into a puddle. I too had probably made my mother upset with the cloths I dirtied up by getting wet.” I explained.
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“Do you jump in puddles now?” I asked her.
“No way,” she said.
“Did you jump in puddles when you were a kid?” I asked.
“Of course I did. I used to play all the time on the playground with my friends. And, when it would rain we would splash each other. We would kick water on each other or splash the water at our intended targets by angling our foot towards them and then slamming our foot into the water,” she explained with a smile. Laughter broke across her face as she seemed nostalgic thinking about her youth.
“So, why don’t you jump in now? What’s changed,” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she admitted.
I began again, “The joy of puddle splashing, or jumping in a puddle, has lost a lot of it’s appeal in our adult lives. You know, we tell our kids (like our parents told us) “Don’t jump in that puddle you’ll get wet!” I said.
“But so what! Isn’t that the whole purpose?” I continued.
“Ya know,” I told Tina, “My son and my daughter’s friends think I am a bit crazy because if I am with them and I see a puddle I jump in and make an intended splash!”
“Your Dad is so weird,” my kid’s friends say.
“So,” I said, “I always like to make my splashes big. I can do it with either one foot or both feet! I think if you are going to get wet, why not go for it all.”
Tina just looked at me with the same look as my children’s friends. Her face seemed to say, “You’re so weird.”
We laughed about it for a moment and went on to the next topic. I don’t remember what the next topic was.
However, later on I thought to myself maybe this puddle conversation is a metaphor in some ways for life?
Maybe jumping in a good puddle speaks to when you are in pursuit of something you should go all in! Don’t hold back! Show your passion and jump in with both feet. Make a big splash. Take the risk and get dirty. Of course maybe it might not be best idea to do in your Sunday’s best!
Or maybe puddles speak to the passion in pour lives. They force us to tear down our inhibitions of perfection and allow us to just have some plain ol’ get wet and dirty fun.
Or maybe still the effects of jumping in a puddle help us to see that all of us are a little dirty on the inside of our hidden lives and only we only appear clean to our friends and other acquaintances on the outside. And maybe, if we revealed a little more of our “hidden” dirty puddle effects, we would not be so quick to clean the puddle effects of someone else.
So, the next time there are puddles on the ground after a good down pouring of rain, run outside and splash about in a good puddle and bring a friend to jump in with you!
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Bring back the essence of your youth and allow your kids to experience this great art of splashing about! By all means have fun and by accounts may your splashes big.
Those who live in the mountainous regions of our nation, you all can wait until the late spring. Puddles to you are now called ice. Jumping on ice is a slippery slope.
In relationship to why I thought about the Frost poem was only the play on words in the first line of his poem, “something there is that doesn’t love a “puddle.” And, of course the play on two other lines, “Good Puddles Make Good Friendships and create great memories.”