 Yesterday, I crossed my first 5K finish line and then immediately broke down in tears in my dad's arm. So let's talk about how I got here. At age 13, I had a bad horseback riding accident and the injuries that I sustained eventually led to me having to make the decision to amputate my leg for hope of a better life with more mobility and less pain. Unfortunately, that did not go smoothly. It led to additional surgeries. There were days when I felt like I would never walk again. But finally, I was able to start to learn how to walk, learn how to do things like snowboard and go to a ninja gym and do a cartwheel. But the thing I always dreamed of doing was being able to run. A year ago, I was given my first running blade and I started training and yesterday I ran my first 5K. Crossing the finish line is a feeling I'll never forget. It felt like it was all worth it and I can't wait to see what comes next.