There’s no such word as can’t.
There’s no such word as can’t.
There’s no such word as can’t.
This was the mantra my brother and mother instilled in me in early childhood. If I ever said “I can’t” my family would immediately correct me and tell me there was no such word. Of course, as a kid I would intellectualize that and argue back that there was in fact such a phrase that existed in the English language. Still, it stuck with me. Perhaps that is why I am so headstrong and oppositional today. That is what will allow me to finish this marathon. Not so much fitness but really stubbornness.
I was born with a mild case of cerebral palsy (CP) so I spent the first 4 years of my life in intensive physical therapy, speech therapy, the orthopedist’s office and in Cardinal Glennon children’s hospital in
I have been struggling with self doubt this week and forgetting my roots, forgetting how much I really did train.
I forgot that there is no such word as can’t.
My mother is no longer here. I wish she could see her daughter run this marathon. I’m sure the contrast between a 3 year old attached to a board and a grown woman finishing a 26.2 mile running course would be astounding to her. I hold onto this as I enter this marathon tomorrow.
There’s no such word as can’t.
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