Never would I have believed that at the end of the best cross country season of my life during my first year at college I would be injured for the next 5 months. Never did I think that being so close to a sub-18 5k would diminish in the blink of an eye. Never did I think I would be cross training, unable to frolic outside in the sunshine due to injury, more crying in a few month span that in my entire life, my faith questioned, my strength and character faltering. And to think that, I was hardly even running when the injuries took place, to have one injury, come back, only to be struck down by another for a long, long time.
I am still getting through. I’m working harder with rehab and recovery than I probably have for some actual training in the past.
But my GOD, yes God, thank you for bestowing in me strength that no competitor of mine will have unless they have gone through similar. Next time I am on the starting line, I will not be the same. I will never be the same. Because God gives His toughest battles to His strongest soldiers. And no great success has ever come without great struggle.
This will pass, no matter how long it takes, and through all the tears, pain, continuous setbacks, disappointment, anxiety, frustration, discouragement, and distress, will merge the best, strongest, wisest, most resilient runner that Christiana has ever been.
My time. It is coming. My time is coming and I will never, ever give up.