Blog & Memoir
Three hundred and sixty-two days after the accident I started to ski in a monoski. As hard as skiing was, it proved easier than my love life.
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I was determined to do whatever it took to walk out of Shake-A-Leg, but I ended the summer acting on a stage and then racing my first 10k.
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It was absolutely great to return to Middlebury College, but I still had so much unfinished business with my recovery.
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When I left one hospital for another I felt like I'd been locked in prison and couldn't wait to be discharged. My nurse Jim Linehan was a godsend. I returned to college two months after the accident.
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They offered me a glass of water, terrorists bombed Pan Am 103, I got up and I struggled with a new world.
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Each day during fall training I tried to make myself want to quit because pushing beyond the pain might bring success that had always proven elusive. Home for Christmas, I had two weeks to ski fast.
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Skiing became my first love as a little kid, but entering college I had to vow to make the most of the dream I'd never given a chance.
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A memoir is how you remember - I’ve decided to make the experience a little more fluid
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Throwing my upper body down the hill and hoping the monskis rolls on edge
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