How Much Risk Are You Willing to Take To Have Fun?

risk vs rewardRisk is relative, especially when we are talking about sports and hobbies. This topic has been on my mind these past two weeks as I sat at my husband’s hospital bedside unsure first if he would survive his biking injuries, and once stable, how we would move forward toward healing. Upon release from the hospital it was time to go to our home — just a few blocks from where the accident occurred. I was thrilled he was up for the drive and ferry ride.

Bill had been training for a fundraising bike ride, the Pan Mass Challenge (PMC), when he was struck by a garbage truck that turned into him while he was on a bike path minutes from our home. Embracing long distance biking when we met seven years ago, he became a stronger and better rider than I was, in a very short time. I was thrilled to follow him on our weekly training rides drafting off his adept strength in the hills.

Unfortunately, I was not riding with him the day the garbage truck hit him.  I received a very calm message from a skilled ER administrator at our island hospital, just minutes after he had been transported, “Your husband has had a bike accident — please come to the ER.”

Sitting for hours on end at Boston’s Massachusetts General Hospital –which we arrived at by ferry and ambulance– I spent a great deal of time thinking about risk and choices. To my mind, Bill had not taken any risk at all that day. Bill was fully trained for our upcoming PMC ride (just 12 days away) as we had already completed a century (100 mile) fundraising ride in Tahoe just two months prior (to benefit Leukemia and Lymphoma).

After being released from the hospital Bill insisted I ride the event as we had both trained for it. We had actively fundraised for this event and were deeply committed to raising funds for the Dana Farber Cancer center.  Bill’s sister and brother-in-law volunteered to drive him home and I would meet him there later that day.  A dear friend offered to ease my return by transporting me by boat back after the ride.  After much deliberation, stepping up to ride turned out to be the right choice.

As I clutched the rail of the powerboat transporting me home, knees bent, pounding through the five-foot waves from crest to trough, I sited a windsurfer off the portside.  Juxtaposed against this life altering two weeks, I watched this windsurfer carve through the five footers thinking, “Glad that’s not my kid.” As I held my breath, fear was the first sensation and next curiosity, until I settled into a state excitement, awed as I watched that marvelously skilled windsurfer.

Not to beat the metaphor into a froth of sea foam, let me just say–risk is relative.  Each one of us decides what feels safe. That windsurfer’s choice of being out in huge surf seemed insane to me but was clearly right for him. Others cannot make the choices for us as to “what feels right” or safe–we must be captains of our own risk/comfort ratios.

Years of downhill skiing allow me to jump into deep powder feeling exhilaration rather than fear.  Living in the moment, understanding my athletic limitations and trusting that I know how to manage most slopes allows me to play in the deep powder. The same goes with biking. I’ve been biking long distances since I was 16 years old.  Now, three plus decades later, I still have huge comfort on my bike despite the inherent risks.

Here’s the rub.  What applies to my own risk/comfort ratio doesn’t easily translate to what I deem is safe for my loved ones. For example, my husband has been a pilot for 30 plus years and he is at home in the sky. Flying solo feels risky to me–however to him, it’s pure pleasure and he prefers it to driving.  I negotiate with my anxiety as he takes off into the skies–I repeat regularly, “He is in his comfort zone–he is happy with his choice.” (Sometimes I settle in and accept his journey, but usually I hold my breath until I get a text that he has landed safely.)

At home with our “life on hold” while he begins his at-home healing process we continue to be deeply grateful that he is alive.  We are busy composing thank you notes to our local EMTs, amazing care givers at Mass General Hospital, incredible family, generous friends, skilled doctors, patient business partners and to our darling neighborhood that has made it possible to navigate through the chaos.  This afternoon, as we sit quietly on our couch, we talk about the choices we make as we play in the world–how to create a balance between pleasure, danger, risk, and faith.

As we heal we will learn ever more about these choices, what feels right and what feels too risky. Maybe our risk profiles will shift from this point on, maybe not. But, one thing I am certain of, Bill will make this choice all by himself…as will I.

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Felice Shapiro

Felice Shapiro Felice Shapiro loves figuring out what's next. Felice writes with honesty and humor about real life events, romance, tragedy, reinvention and family not to mention — fashion, beauty & travel. As a serial entrepreneur in the publishing space, she launched to meet the needs of women entering their next phase at 50. Inspired and armed with her love of publishing, writing, start-ups and women’s issues, Shapiro launched an online magazine for 50-something women to share personal stories, successes and relevant issues. She is proud of BA50 which is in its 4th year and has over 7 million unique visitors. 

  16 comments for “How Much Risk Are You Willing to Take To Have Fun?

  1. Lisa Lewtan
    August 6, 2013 at 7:23 am

    Felice, oh my, sending wishes to you both for smooth and speedy healing. My husband is a biker and I worry every time he pulls out of the driveway. I love your message, we all need to decide our own risk threshold….that being said, it is a challenge as a wife and mom of people with way higher thresholds than me, to share their enthusiasm!

    • felice
      August 6, 2013 at 10:54 pm

      i know – it’s so hard to just let go and let them “do their thing” I guess that’s OUR work!

  2. Irene Levine
    August 6, 2013 at 8:06 am

    Best wishes for a speedy recovery!

  3. August 6, 2013 at 8:57 am

    Thinking of you Felice and hoping for a smooth recovery. I think about this all the time with grown sons, lovely reflection.

    • felice
      August 6, 2013 at 10:55 pm

      yes indeed – the boys really tap us when it comes to risk —

  4. August 6, 2013 at 10:42 am

    I wish your husband a complete recovery that gives him and you both back your confidence and excitement in biking.

  5. Lynne Kivimaki
    August 6, 2013 at 12:01 pm

    Felice, will add Bill and you to my prayers. So glad he’s OK.

  6. August 6, 2013 at 12:06 pm

    Felice, I love how you’ve found meaning and reflection in a life crisis. It’s that ability that drew me to you the first time I heard you speak at the She Did It convention. You are amazing, strong, and loving. Hugs to you and your husband for a speedy recovery.

    • felice
      August 6, 2013 at 10:57 pm

      wow Sandy – how kind – that is really sweet — I appreciate your comment so much —

  7. August 6, 2013 at 12:15 pm

    Felice – OMG, life sure has a way of intervening in our best laid plans. You have an amazing spirit – don’t ever lose that. I wish for Bill a full recovery and hope the two of you will soon be back to the active lifestyle you embrace as a duo.

    PS: I am picturing you as Florence Nightgale – on a bike or skis.


  8. August 6, 2013 at 12:20 pm

    Best wishes to your husband for a speedy recovery – as one who is seriously risk-averse, I admire the determination and commitment those like you have the ambition and fearlessness to do the things you do.

  9. Marcia Reich
    August 6, 2013 at 2:37 pm

    So, so scary. I think we all hold our breath for a call like that. I hope the healing is going well and that your husband’s recuperation is moving forward. There’s so much love, light and hope in your post—given the circumstances it’s amazing. Thank you for sharing

  10. August 6, 2013 at 10:01 pm

    I hope he recovers quickly. He will have big bragging rights. He mixed it up with a garbage truck, and is alive to talk about it!

  11. August 6, 2013 at 10:12 pm

    Glad he’s doing OK and here’s to a speedy recovery!

  12. Linda Ury Greenberg
    August 7, 2013 at 12:04 pm

    Oh, Felice, I am so glad Bill is doing better and you weathered a very tough time the way you always do, with grace, love and determination. Healing thoughts being sent your way!

  13. Stephanie Dodson
    August 7, 2013 at 3:12 pm

    Wow, Felice, that’s a whole lot. I have such a hard time weighing biking risk for myself. Glad you rode PMC. Beautifully written.

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