From the Couch to the Trails: How Adaptive Sports Saved My Life

There was a time when I felt like life had left me behind. I was stuck in a rut—same walls, same routines, same thoughts swirling in my head. After my MS diagnosis, everything seemed to slow down, except the world outside my window. I remember staring out, wondering if I’d ever catch up.

Then one day, a spark.

It wasn’t some grand epiphany or dramatic moment. It was a simple conversation with someone who believed in me. They asked, “Have you ever tried adaptive sports?” At first, I laughed it off. Me? Out there on a golf course? In a kayak? No way. But something about the question stuck with me.

Weeks passed, and the idea wouldn’t let go. So, I finally said, “Why not?”

The First Step

That’s how I found myself at an adaptive golf clinic, gripping a club with shaky hands and a heart full of doubt. I was nervous, out of my element, and honestly, a little scared. But then, something incredible happened. I hit the ball. It wasn’t perfect—far from it—but it flew. And for the first time in ages, so did my spirit.

Rediscovering Joy

From that moment on, I was hooked. I tried more sports—kayaking, hand cycling, even adaptive skiing. Each one was a new challenge, a new thrill, and most importantly, a reminder that life was still full of possibilities.

Through these experiences, I rediscovered something I thought I’d lost: joy. Not the fleeting kind that comes and goes, but the deep, lasting joy of being fully present, of pushing boundaries, of connecting with others who were on their own journeys.

The Power of Community

The best part? I wasn’t alone. At every event, I met people who understood my struggles because they’d lived them too. We shared stories, cheered each other on, and celebrated every small victory. It wasn’t just about the sports—it was about the community, the camaraderie, the sense of belonging.

Why It Matters

If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that movement—both physical and mental—is essential. It’s easy to get stuck in your head, to let fear and doubt keep you from trying something new. But trust me, taking that first step, no matter how small, can lead to places you never imagined.

Adaptive sports didn’t just get me out of the house; they got me out of my own way. They taught me that life doesn’t have to stop because of a diagnosis. It simply shifts, opening up a new track full of opportunities.

Your Turn

So, what’s holding you back? Maybe it’s fear, doubt, or simply not knowing where to start. I get it. But here’s my challenge to you: take the leap. Try something new. You might just surprise yourself.

Life is too short to stay on the sidelines. Let’s get out there and make every moment count.

Call to Action

I want to invite you to share your own experiences with adaptive sports or suggest new activities to try.