My 10-year-old daughter ran a 10k this morning.
Let me state that another way….my 10-year-old daughter ran 6.2 miles this morning, which is the farthest she has ever run in her life. And she didn’t quit.
I did not accomplish this feat until I was well into my 30’s.
And I didn’t think she could do it. Sigh.
i had given her every reason to back out…it is hard…you have been sick…you haven’t trained for this…there won’t be many kids doing this.
Let me state this another way…these weren’t her reasons. These were my fears.
She wasn’t afraid. I was.
She knew she could do it. I didn’t.
She knew she was supported by a tribe of strong women out there. I forgot this.
Children have a remarkable ability to tune out fear. Somewhere along the road to adulthood, we lose this. We start telling a story of what we are not capable of doing (Hello FEAR!), and we forget that we are the universe.
My daughter had everything she needed inside of herself. My daughter also had everything she needed outside of herself…a strong female tribe supporting her today.
As she crossed the finish line this morning, and eagerly tossed back the bottle of water, my daughter said to me unprompted, “I am so proud of myself.”
Let me state this another way…lesson learned.