Here I was, walking down the stairs after a strength training workout, headed for the locker room to shower before returning to work. Suddenly I hear “We have a code blue in the men’s locker room, repeat code blue in the men’s locker room.” No more than 2 seconds after this is announced I see 4 men and women run towards the men’s locker room. One woman had an arm full of towels, and a man carried a gray kit that looked like a toolbox. I don’t even know how they could have grabbed those things so quickly, but boy were they prompt. Three seconds later, a woman comes running from behind asking me to make way as she too rushed in. Then I entered the men’s locker room.
People were croweded around an older man, holding him as he appeared unconscious. They were asking him if he could hear them…. to squeeze their hands if he could hear them, as they spoke his name (I don’t know how they knew him, but it was amazing.) I went to my locker to give them space… I have taken CPR and medic first aid courses, but knew these people were well trained, so as the thought of offering help crossed my mind, I could tell there were plenty of trained personnel already working on him - and the magic toolbox had first aid and oxygen in it. I made my way to my locker and as I heard them say, “put down some towels, and let’s lay him down,” something must have changed for this guy, because I heard the best line of the day - “Oh, there you are… Do you know where you are?” And a sigh of relief came over the crowd of people attending to this gentleman. They had called 911, and were asking him questions about hitting his head, and if he had fainted earlier in the day, etc…. I could hear the man answering their questions at this point, and a sigh of relief came over me too, petrified in the next row of lockers.
I was asked to leave through the pool rather than past the scene of this poor man laid out naked on the floor with a towel covering his manliness. I finished dressing minus a shower, and while a woman, presumably the man’s wife, came in from the pool to see me dressing, wearing only my “undies”. There was no sense of privacy - and none needed, this was life and death for a few minutes… I made my way out to the car in time to see a firetruck and ambulance roll up and “walk” in. It seemed this guy was going to be okay. WHEW!
I sat in the car and literally had a quick cry as I recalled what I had just witnessed… Finally I made my way back to work, a little shaken, but very conscious of just how precious life is, and thinking of the face of the lady coming in to see her husband. When we die, or come close to death, the worst part may just be for those that aren’t coming along with us. I shuddered to think of my family having to deal with that scenario had that been me. I reassured myself that I am taking the best care of my health that I can, I watch my diabetes closely as I work out to avoid a similar situation, and I wear a RoadID when I’m exercising so that if something should happen, the angels that find me know what’s going on. I will stay within my limits, pushing them gently as I look to extend them, but know there’s more to life than just working out - like LIVING.
Hoping my only “code” in the men’s locker room will be the one to my lock,
Jamie, The Diabetic Runner






