Senior year of high school. I’d been losing weight for a couple of years and was now down to a point where athleticism of any kind was starting to be possible. I was late for gym class and didn’t feel like running a mile as punishment for tardiness, so I decided to take a shortcut by not going all the way down to the end of the road to get to the field.

I vividly recall thinking to myself, “I’ll just jump over that guardrail!”

My feet hooked the back of the guardrail, I flipped over it and landed hard. Broke my wrist.