I'm Jamaican, I am only 2 inches away from being 6ft tall, so I stand at a good height, I have long legs and I love using the gym to build muscle.
I have always loved doing track & field in my early high school years but I had to stop doing track training because it caused me to reach home late at night. When I turned 18 years old, I decided to start doing track & field again.
One day I was sitting beside my father and I told him that I wanted to do track & field, he looked at me and told me that I wouldn't be any good at track & field. It was like something inside me shattered when said that to me. It really messed with my head when he told me I wouldn't be any good.
When I was doing hill training, I made it up the hill in ten point eleven seconds (10:11s)
When I joined Ake track team I ran so fast that one of the assistant coaches was telling me about how amazing my run was, so even though I didn't get to continue doing track & field and I moved on to other things. Wasn't it wrong of my father to tell me that I wouldn't be any good, because a parent shouldn't urge their child to give up on something before even giving it a try ...Right?
(I literally feel like if I didn't fight in my mind, my father's words could have broken something in my spirit)
(The replies I get from all of you will to some degree dictate how my writing of this short story will go)