I have always had a “watch me” attitude when anyone told me I “couldn’t” do something, and because of that, I’ve always pushed the boundaries of what I was able to do. Before I’d lost my leg at a young age (8-years-old) to a rare bone cancer (Ewing’s Sarcoma), I had already developed a love for running at recess on the elementary school playground.
After years of chemotherapy and the amputation of my left leg through the knee, I was finally cancer free. It didn’t take very long before I was back to running, riding my bike, and playing with my friends in the neighborhood. Throughout my middle school and high school years I competed in wrestling and softball as well as participated in track and field during my off seasons. I never stopped moving. That was until I attended college. Paying for college meant working three jobs instead of sports.
Many years went by before I’d picked up the love of anything athletic. In the Fall of 2014, I joined my first Crossfit gym, drank the Koolaid, and thus the barbells just kept getting heavier. I’m now in my second year of being a competitive CrossFit athlete and I am hoping for many years to come. However, Strongman has came into the picture. This past M