So, there was a time when I was barely passing, constantly skipping classes, and partying way too...
Coming back after an injury
I was told I’d never run again after my knee injury.
My friends insisted I was wasting my time, constantly reminding me of the near impossibility of my goal. But something in me refused to give up.
I threw myself into rehabilitation and training, pushing through pain and doubt. Every step was a testament to my determination.
Exactly one year later, with tears of triumph and a heart full of pride, I crossed the finish line of my first marathon, proving to everyone—especially myself—that no dream is out of reach.
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