I did it.
I didn’t set any records to the bare eye.
But I did.
I made it from the girl whose parents were told their daughter may never walk; to the girl who “ran” her first 5K this last weekend.
It was a journey that took almost 26 years.
The final time was a little higher than I hoped for, but I did it. I gave myself a goal of finishing a 5K before my 26th birthday and I did it.
And now I can’t wait to run my next one. To beat my time I got this time. To continue to prove doctors and all my haters wrong. And to strive for something that I was told was never attainable. To be a runner.
Will I ever win any awards or get 1st place?
But my award is not letting clubfeet, bad Achilles, or my exercise asthma define me.
I am Megan and I will NEVER be defined by a medical condition.