Honestly, I think the past two weeks have been the most
trying of my life. Days off? Ha. Weeks without movement? Please.
I like to move, shake and feel alive. Dance, do “the whip”,
whatever. My doctor insisted that I sit still for once. This is not in my
vocabulary, but it is what the “doctor ordered”.
So I sit still for the first time. Ever.
As I see others moving through life while I am
incapacitated, I am reminded to be grateful for the things I take for granted.
Being on crutches has taught me a self-suffiency that I did not realize I
possessed. I’ve learned an enormous amount about myself and my ability to
navigate tough situations—crutches and all. My injury is not life threatening
and seems so much worse because I am an elite athlete with Olympic dreams.
Those dreams are alive and well, festering in my brain as I recover.
I have a new respect for those with true catastrophic injury
or illness. I’m aware my current state of fitness, which will enable me to
recover quickly, and athletic ability, are a gift from God.
These past couple of weeks have been a test. I am so ready
for the challenge ahead, and I trust in my faith, the support around me and all
of you.
