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The Bronze

It’s been exactly a week since Vid’s been home and so I finally sat down to write a little bit about how that last “bronze” weekend was and what my feelings on it are. I wasn’t sure I was actually going to go to Paris to watch the match until the very last minute. I was trying to figure things logistically for the kids; Lev had a fever on Friday afternoon and so I wasn’t really sure what I should do. I wanted to go and support Vid during the match because I just had this feeling that I had to be there, but at the same time it was an unprecedented thing to leave the kids like that with a babysitter in Montpellier. Finally, I decided to just go ahead and go if Lev won’t get any worse Saturday morning and I left Lev and Chandler with a babysitter, while Lara went for a sleepover at a friend’s house.

Once there I was so happy that I went obviously, not just because the game was so intense and I felt like I might lose my “damn” mind screaming and cheering but also because I feel like that medal was so deserved and so necessary for everyone. I mean the guys truly left everything out there and it was just amazing to watch and experience. It was also pretty crazy to see that everyone else back home were experiencing the same thing and feeling just as happy and proud for the team and for our little country.

Handball is a tough sport. I’m not an expert on it by any means and if you ask me today what the rules of the game are, I’ll probably just stare at you with a blank face. Sam goes for strategy. But what I do get are the sacrifices that one makes to make it as a professional athlete and to achieve results like that. I get it because I tried doing it myself and I get it because I’m married to someone who has done it. I always tell Vid that he’s so lucky that he’s able to do something for a living that he’s both passionate about and really good at. It’s a privilege denied to many. But that doesn’t mean that it’s always rainbows and sunshine clearly. Handball has one of the longest seasons of any sport and if a year happens like this last one, with the Olympics, you find yourself training and playing basically all year long. It’s about a lot of hard work, sacrificing holidays, missing birthdays, injuries, worries about your future. Especially once your entire family depends on you, those last ones become even more prominent.

And so, when a night like that last Saturday happens, it is absolute magic. I know that it was like that for Vid and it was like that for me as well. I felt something similar this year in Rio but nothing to the extent as I felt that Saturday. It just made everything, every absence, every long distance phone conversation, every time, I’ve told myself: “ahhhh I’m so sick of this!”, it was all worth it. So, I consider myself pretty darn lucky too.

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Unfortunately Vid was injured a few minutes before the end, which brings us to another challenge we’ll have to face in the upcoming months. But if something is certain, it’s his motivation for the future and I thing that’s what makes me even prouder of him.

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