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Special Olympics coach: Finding the best in every athlete and having lots of fun.

In 2014, my husband Larry spent eight days in New Jersey as the New York State triathlon coach at the Special Olympics USA National Games, an experience he stated “incredible” and “life-affirming.” As soon as he arrived home, he tried to catch up on his sleep, as he got less than five hours a night for the entire trip. How he got to this nirvana of sleep deprivation is part of Shapiro family lore.

In 1995, Larry announced at the dinner table that he had signed up our family to volunteer at the New York State Special Olympics Summer Games, which were being held at the University at Albany in early June. Our children had been involved in sports for a long time, and Larry recognized that many volunteers had made their swimming, cross-country, and track and field meets possible. He felt the four of us should pay it forward by contributing our time to the intellectually challenged athletes at the state-wide event in the track and field competition.

We enjoyed our experience enough to sign up to volunteer again the following year. While at the games, Larry was asked to help out with the Saratoga County track and field program that met April to June at the Saratoga Springs High School track. Larry’s co-worker also volunteered, and the two of them drove up every Monday and Thursday from downtown Albany. After a couple of years, the two of them extended their time commitment to include helping at local Special Olympics meets.

As the years progressed, Larry took on more responsibilities. He became head coach and held additional practices for athletes who exhibited high levels of skill in an event. He started a cross-country running program, volunteered to coach for the Clifton Park bowling program, and conducted coaching certification classes. Larry knew that his involvement in Special Olympics would give him focus and purpose after he retired. It was shortly before his last day of work that he found out he had been chosen as one of the track and field coaches for the National Games in Lincoln, Nebraska, in July 2010. One of the athletes he coached came home with silver medals in the 1500 and 3000 meter runs. 

Along the way, Larry had convinced me and several friends to become track and field coaches, and we all gained much from our participation. The best part for all of us was being with the athletes at practice. Twice a week every spring, over forty athletes ranging in age from eightto seventy-five years old, several coaches, and numerous parents and group home staff would gather at six o’clock at the Saratoga High school track.  The athletes intellectual and physical challenges ranged as widely as their ages. Larry started everyone off with a team cheer: P-A-C-E-R-S! Then the activities began. On the field, some athletes threw softballs and had their distances recorded by the coaches. A group of stronger athletes worked with a coach on the turbo-javelin and the shot put. Others were practicing the standing long jump. On the track, athletes, depending on their levels and abilities, were taking part in runs, walks, and wheelchair events. The visually challenged ran twenty-five meters holding a baton strung through a rope that was held in a straight line by cheering teammates. Practice ended with Larry gathering up the athletes for one more cheer before they went home. Two or three times a season, coaches and members of the team took part in local competitions on a Saturday morning. Whether we were at practices or at our meets, our athletes’ times and distances were secondary to just having fun. The cheers were as loud for the athlete who threw the softball two meters as they were for the athlete who came in first in the 1500-meter run.

Larry took pride in the accomplishments of every athlete and was always recruiting new team members. While helping with Special Olympics bowling during fall 2013, Larry watched an athlete decimate the pins with his powerful swing. Larry persuaded Rob to join track and field and use that strength to throw shot-put and the turbo javelin. By the end of his first season, the athlete impressed officials at the state games in Buffalo enough for Rob to be chosen to compete in the Special Olympics national meet in 2014 in New Jersey. While there, Rob not only won a gold medal in his division in the shot put but also came home with gold in the turbo jab with the longest throw of anyone in the country in the turbo javelin finals.

Saying goodbye to the Pacers when we moved to Florida was one of our hardest moments. (In honor of our athletes, we have named the small body of water in our backyard “Pacer Pond.) But Larry didn’t stop there. A few months after our move, Larry signed on to be an assistant coach for the 2016 Osceola County Special Olympics track and field season. By 2017, he had his own team, and Larry and I spent our Saturday mornings from mid-January to mid-May with our athletes.  He applied all he had learned from his first fourteen years of coaching—the cheers, the participation of every athlete, and the fun. With the enthusiastic help of parents and guardians, every practice had plenty of helpers that made each practice productive. 

And just as he had done in Saratoga, Larry found the best in every athlete. Seeing Karissa had done okay in the 400meter run, he stretched her to the 800 and 1500 meter, resulting in her shining at States and securing places on national teams in Seattle (2018) and Orlando (2022). Christian had participated for years in running events, but Larry recognized he was better suited to the 400- and 800-meter walk, a change that resulted in many first-place finishes for this athlete. Jo-Jo, our visually challenged athlete, got to complete when Larry set up the same rope-and-baton trick he had used in Upstate New York. At practice and at States, cheers of “Jo Jo! Jo Jo! Jo Jo!” accompanied his run. 

Ernest  initially participated in the 100-meter run and the running long jump, in which he competed at States. Then he decided he wanted to do the shot put and the 400 meter run When Ernest was not selected for States in 2025, he took it upon himself to sign up as a volunteer at the games, where he was asked to work at the awards for the track events. When track and field started up again in January, Ernest chose to continue with the shot put but asked to be moved to the 800meter walk. Larry coached him in every event, changing his form and working with him to improve. Ernest was chosen for the 2026 States, where he competed in shot put (1st place) in his heat and the 800meter walk, where he placed first with the fastest walk of the day. Both Larry and Ernest received recognition for their efforts, with their being recognized as Osceola County’s Inspirational Coach and Inspirational Athlete, respectively, at this year’s State Games. 

After twenty-five years of coaching, Larry is hanging up his stopwatch at the end of this season. He absolutely loves his athletes, but he turned 78 in May. In addition, the January through May Saturday morning commitment has resulted in our missing too many of his grandchildren’s birthdays and trips to Colorado and California to see them. We both look forward to turning over the team to a younger coach who has assisted Larry this past year.

In April, the team gave Larry a beautiful team picture with the following note: “Thank you for your years of service, support, and friendship. All your athletes are better athletes and people because you didn’t just show up for them; you invested in them! Enjoy your second retirement! Love, Osceola SO Families.” We will treasure the picture and the note forever. 

Tikkun Olam is a Hebrew expression that means “repairing the world,” a moral principle that states every individual should leave this world better than he or she found it. I take pride in knowing that Larry’s involvement in Special Olympics has been his way of making the world better for so many athletes.

 

Guess Who Got Covid?

Note: As I post this article, Larry and I had just finished up our Special Olympics Florida state meet with our track and field team. We had a wonderful, exhausting, and incredibly rewarding two days with all of our “stars.” In this article, I reflect back on last year’s 2022 SOFL State Games and its aftermath.

Guess who contracted COVID?

After months and months of being careful, I had pressed my luck. As Special Olympics Track and Field coaches, Larry and I attended the Florida State Special Olympics game with eleven athletes from Osceola County on May 20 and 21, 2022. All of our events, which took place in the ESPN Wide World of Sports Complex in Orlando, were supposed to be outdoors. Plans changed quickly when torrential rains and strong winds swept in moments after we had parked our car. Our team, along with several other teams from a variety of sports, spent the first two hours sheltering in the Advent Health Building lobby. The “close encounters of the super-spreading kind” happened again that night when rain delayed and then finally resulted in the cancellation of opening ceremonies. Although Larry opted not to wear a mask, I made sure I had my KN95 covering my face whenever I was inside. Outside, however, I eschewed protection, hoping for the best. 

Fortunately, the weather improved the second day of competition. By Saturday afternoon, however, I was exhausted. I tried to hydrate, but I was totally wiped. “Maybe I’m getting too old for this,” I thought to myself. Or maybe I was just feeling the effects of two sleep-deprived nights, two mornings of 6 a.m. alarms, and my putting on at least eight miles corralling our athletes to various venues in 90 degree heat and 90% humidity.

By the time our last athlete had claimed his second place medal in the 400 meter walk, even Larry, who had shown no signs of slowing down, was ready to get out of the heat and go home. We stopped for a late lunch, drove home and collapsed on our couch. After a slow walk on Sunday morning, we went to Publix for our second booster shot. Then we spent the rest of Sunday with a repeat performance on the couch.

On Monday, I attempted my usual walk but felt as if I were plowing through mud. By Tuesday afternoon, exhaustion was accompanied by congestion and a runny nose. “Just a head cold,” I thought. It took me until Wednesday to administer the home test.

You know how it usually takes 15 minutes to see the results? Forget that. Within thirty-seconds of putting the disgusting drops into the assigned spot on the test strip, the “positive” line showed up.

“I have COVID,” I texted my husband, who was at a ROMEO [Retired Old Men Eating Out] luncheon. Unfortunately, he didn’t read the text and only learned the news on a phone call when he was driving home. His passenger quickly put on a mask. Sorry Rich! That is the proverbial “Shutting the barn door after the horse has bolted.” Fortunately Larry and he didn’t come down with it.

I never have been a good “patient” in that I have no patience for being sick. When Larry came home from his outing, he found me on the computer, a box of Kleenex and a cup of tea by my side, interviewing someone for my Holocaust Torah story while typing away. “Get off the damn computer, put on a mask, and go lie down,” he told me.

Exhausted, congested, and realizing that I couldn’t leave the house anyway, I gave up. I spent the next three days sacked out on the couch catching up on Outlander. Note: There is no better way to veg out than spending twenty hours with Jamie and Claire as they romped their way through pre-Revolutionary War America.

Later than evening, Larry made dinner for both of us, something he did every night for the next eight nights. And to top it off, he made me an ice cream sundae every night to help “soothe your scratchy throat.” At least that is the way we justified 350 calories of pure bliss. Larry, meanwhile, was earning enough “Best Husband in the World” points for a lifetime.

By Sunday, I was feeling well enough to resume my work on the Holocaust Torah story. I even had enough energy to take a short (masked) walk and to water my drooping houseplants. As was the case for so many others who contracted “the plague,” however, it took me another two weeks to get over the fatigue. 

Do I have any regrets about going to the Special Olympics State meet? Not one bit. Seeing our athletes competing in their events, coming down off the awards platform, finding their way to their parents, and beaming with pride, brings so much joy it was worth spending the two days in a sure fired “petri dish.”And how could I not hug my athletes when they finished a great race or threw the softball farther than they ever had or showed me their medal?

So where do we go from here? Yes, I may get COVID again, but having it may have helped me build up some immunity. Larry was spared this round but will he contract it in the future? Only time will tell.

On March 25, 2020, Jewish World published my first “pandemic” story. “As I write this, we are in the second week of our own national crisis,” I stated. “Larry and I worry about our friends and family—especially our own children.” Over the ensuing months, I wrote about how COVID and its forced locked-down impacted us: our first sad Passover seder for two; our hours and hours on Zoom; our trimmed down wardrobe (on my not slimming down body); our hopes for a more sensible approach to COVID with a new president; our tentative steps back into the world with masks and bottles of hand sanitizer and vaccines and boosters; our joy in finally reuniting with our children and grandchildren, and, of course, my baking dozens of loaves of challahs I baked throughout the long months.

It is now time to put all these stories, published every two weeks in Jewish World, into a book. Keep Calm and Bake Challah: Surviving the Pandemic, Politics, Pratfalls, and Other of Life’s Problems will be finished and available on Amazon in June 2023.

And it is time to move on. Yes, we will test before visiting our children. Yes, we will mask when necessary, especially in unavoidable crowded venues including planes and other public transportation. Meanwhile, I will continue to keep calm, bake challah. and learn to live in the “new normal” in the Age of Covid.

A version of this article originally appeared in the Jewish World News, a bi-weekly subscription-based newspaper in upstate New York.