I began to feel hot, very, very hot, like a flush coming over me from head to toe. With each passing word from his mouth, I got hotter and hotter. The whole room got so hot, I felt like I could fall into a crumpled mess on the floor. I tried to hold back the tears, and I did pretty well doing it too, but it was obvious from the looks on their faces that I more than understood what he was saying and that what I was dealing with was going to possibly change my life, forever.
But you all know me. I've been through foot hell and back, and I am not a quitter. I haven't given up yet, but what he was telling me is a real possibility. I may never run again.
How would you feel if you were told there was a possibility that you could never run again?
But you all know me. I've been through foot hell and back, and I am not a quitter. I haven't given up yet, but what he was telling me is a real possibility. I may never run again.
How would you feel if you were told there was a possibility that you could never run again?