I'm Not a Victim...I'm a Warrior!

'Being reduced to helplessness and at the mercy of others to supply your most basic human needs is humiliating, but then it becomes empowerment. Being who I am, losing my independence was the drive that pushed me to recover! And part of me wears those wounds like a badge of courage, but the truth is there was no courage - only survival!'

I’m not a victim. I’m not complaining or regretting…just reflecting. It’s been over 16 years and it’s still surreal to the point I wonder if it ever really took place. But the scars, the pain, limitations, and mounting complications are a reminder.

I didn’t choose this but I damn well wasn’t going to sulk and fall prey to a life of disability! And yet, here I am 16 years later slipping into that very abyss!!! Searching for solutions - seeking out any and every medical treatment, supplement or voodoo out there that can give me back a few runs where I actually feel my feet!!

And sometimes I catch myself asking ‘what it?” I’d be running ultras, I’d be traveling to destination marathons, I’d be spending my runs in joyful bliss rather than anticipating how far can I go before the pain is too bad to go further.

And yet…it was the catalyst to becoming who I am now. The battle - the awakening - forced to grow beyond anything I could imagine.

I’m sure some are saying ‘the accident? Again? Why can't she let it go? When something changes you at your very core - physically, emotionally and spiritually it becomes part of you!