My journey began in June 2012 where I had a horrific horse riding accident.  The Horse I was riding reared up and I came off backwards pulling the horse down on top of me crushing my pelvis.  I was left with multiple breaks to my pelvis a snapped sacrum and internal injuries.  Whilst lying on the field I knew that I had really hurt myself but was not aware of how serious.  Being a nurse myself I soon began to realise that I was bleeding internally as my blood pressure started to drop rapidly my heart rate increased I began to vomit and lost bladder control.  To say I was scared was an understatement.  It took paramedics an hour and a half before I was stable enough to be put on a spinal board and airlifted to RPH the hospital that dealt with spinal injuries.  The rest was a bit of a blur but after many x-rays CT scans and MRI scans I was told the devastating news of my injuries and that I was only 1mm away from being paralysed.  They told me that I may not walk again and only time would tell. At this point I felt my world had collapsed.  This is where my rehabilitation began.  I started out in a wheelchair but with intense phsyio I soon went from wheelchair to zimmer frame to crutches to one crutch and then to walking unaided.  I was still self catheterising due to internal injuries and the blackness of depression  kicked in also. At times things were so hard and difficult I often thought is this it? Is this how my life is going to be? I was putting weight on as I was unable to exercise.  The doctors and physios had told me that it was unlikely that I would be able to do any form of sport let alone running. Those that know me well, know that if I am told that I can’t do something then I usually will.  So a couple of weeks before Christmas I was asked to come along to a running club and see how I got on. The first time I ran/walked it was so hard but I was determined.  I went back and before long I was going out for runs on my own and setting myself up challenges. How far can I run this week?