She was about 9 years old. She was always told that she was chubby, bad at sport and that she really should lose some weight.
One evening her mother decided that it would be a great idea to go for a jog. She wore a pink tracksuit and looked like a little Piglet. She never went running before. She was gasping for air within the first couple of minutes and could feel her mother’s disappointment.
Last week I run my first 5k race.
I did it for the little girl who all through school was told she was fat and bad at sports.
I did it for the girl who was expected to know how to run anything from 60 to several hundred meters with no training or preparation. And when she struggled she was told she was bad at sport. Oh, and that she probably should lose some weight too.
This is for the little girl who only as an adult understood that sport is like anything else in life: it’s a skill you can learn if you want to.
Six months ago I decided to start running regularly and complete a 5k race. I wanted that medal around my neck to show that little girl that it wasn’t her fault. She just wasn’t taught how to run (or do any other sport for that matter!), she wasn’t told that if she practices, she would get better at it.
This is for that little girl in me. I hope she is proud.
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