On February 25, 2013, I had no idea what the next day really held for me. Just “another” powdery morning in the Wasatch range, Utah. My first run of the day, boom, broken back. Blood, hypothermia, and a slight urge of panic will set in over the next 2 hours. 4 days in trauma. To get back on the bandwagon? Or let this lifestyle I know and love slip away? The road to recovery was not only physical, but more so mental. But I worked hard. I didn’t let the fear of not knowing what’s next slow me down.