I still think I’m 25. I work out like a mad-woman and now I’m paying the price.  I’ve pulled a tendon in my heel dragging a 175 lb. work-out buddy across a parking lot while harnessed to him. I heard the tear and flopped down onto the ground in the most intense pain I’ve ever felt. I’m in a boot cast and on crutches thinking all those couch potatoes out there opening their third bag of Cheetos and second beer are probably so much smarter than me. I thought I was never going to get old, never have limitations placed on me, that I could forever live in a kind of happily-ever-after, never-never-land. Oh boy. I’m staying strong, thinking of that beautiful model Petra Nemcova, who lost the love of her life in the tsunami two Christmasses ago and was flung against a tree breaking so many of her bones. She survived to tell her story and is so much stronger because of it. We find out heroes where we need to. Funny enough, she’s probably about 25…


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