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.