Eighteen years ago, I was in a horrific accident that left me looking like my car–no obvious damage to the outside, but truly devastated internally. After eight months of being told it was “all in my head,” I finally convinced my doctor to order an MRI. From this, it was discovered that I had severe back injuries that required two surgeries and seemingly endless physical therapy. The road to recovery was long and fraught with even more challenges. At one point, I was told that I would never work again nor lift anything over ten pounds repetatively. Today, I run marathons and lead teams in Ragnar and other relay races, proving that we should never settle for “You can’t.”