Running Was A Way Of Life
I was the best sprinter my high school ever promoted, and cheered for. I always wanted to be good at something nobody else could measure up to. I was either first or second crossing the yellow line, confidence in my abilities brought me great happiness. The last lap was my specialty as as i confused my challenger, who seen me to be lagging behind. Any great runner knows you don't slam on first gear, but wait till the perfect moment to move ahead and win. I was in the best shape of my life, running 22 miles was easy without breaking a sweat. Being toned and close to the ground gave me ample traction to weave and take the gold. Life was good, until one year i over judged and i slammed into the pavement, totally confused at the reason for a horrible mistake that went against me. The embarrassment was the reason i bailed, and dropped out of school totally. I expected more of myself, how could i face my team. What happened? I found out i had Spina Bifida and scoliosis my entire life, it was starting to cripple me in more ways than one. The pain i felt through being the best and never getting to finish with the rest killed me. Depression set in, relationships were lost because of my pride, or devistation. I learned that my right leg was turning in, the very leg i pushed off with. Tears of such a loss made time stand still, where do i go from here was on my mind. after 3 kids i'm now crippled and disabled for life, but i will never forget what it was like to walk and run, and win. The fact that i'm still alive with sac of fluid on my brain surprises me. I meet my surgeon soon, one day i will run again! and win just watch me.