The Bravest Runner
By the time the 5K was over, word had spread about the young girl in stocking feet. Sobbing, she crossed the finish line without her shoes, her mother trailing not far behind. Her coaches saw her coming from across the line, where they stood holding finisher’s medals, waiting to crown their girls.
What happened? Her coaches surrounded her, concerned that she was injured.
It took awhile before she could stifle the tears enough to tell them. Blisters. Painful blisters bubbled up on her feet about a mile from the finish line. She could hardly go on in such pain, and her mother told her she could stop if she wanted to.
Not her. She was too close and had worked too hard, had been looking forward to this race for weeks and couldn’t possibly stop now, so close.
She took off her shoes instead and ran a mile in her socks, crying all the way.
A coach hugged her tight. If you can do this, she said shaking her head, you can take anything life throws at you.
My hero, the bravest runner at last Saturday’s Girls on the Run 5K. I hope I grow up to be just like her.
Amazing! Brightened my day. 🙂
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Jill
December 21, 2013