Hit By a Fucking Firetruck

I met an ex New York City Dancer at the gym two days ago who was hit by a fire truck and lost her memory. No I am not making this up. She suffered from what as known as a Traumatic Brain Injury, TBI. Brain injuries are unlike any other injury of the body. You can't just have a physical therapist stretch your brain out and regain memories, it doesn’t work like that.

She had to wear a neck brace for months and was sleeping for 18 hours a day. Needless to say her dance career was fucking over. Her husband divorced her and friends started to slip away. I mean think about it. As much as your friends want to be there for you, could you really be friends with someone who completely forgot who you are?

She went on for months like this, feeling miserable and forgeting the things she said and did seconds after she said and did them. 

Sleeping and wallowing were getting old so she decided to do something she never did before- workout. She asked her close family members and people who were actaully still talking to her to take her to the gym, but nobody wanted to because they were scared, so finally she ended up taking herself. 

Within 10 minutes on the elliptical she said she could feel her endorphins flowing like never before. She then knew that exercise was going to be key in getting her life back together.

Long story short homegirl kept going to the gym and getting better, regaining her memory, collecting her social life, and looking good too.  No pill, no diet (although she eats incredibly healthy), no therapy can give her what exercise gave this woman; her life back.

She went on the get her Masters and PhD at Columbia University and works out 3-4 times a week. 

This bitch got hit by a firetruck and still goes to the gym- what’s your excuse?

XoXo 

-AminaZena