When My Body Gave Up Before I Did - Loser Story
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Jul 8, 2025

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When My Body Gave Up Before I Did

I used to run. Not just jog — run. 800m, 1500m, relays — I was “the fast one” in school, in my town outside Eldoret. I trained every morning before sunrise. My coach believed in me. I believed in me. But during regionals last year, my knee snapped mid-race. The pain was sharp, but what came later — the silence, the pity — that hurt more. Suddenly, people stopped asking, “When’s your next race?” and started saying, “Pole, you’ll find something else.” Even my dad said, “It’s time to think practical. This dream was nice.” The worst part? I started to agree. Rehab was slow. I couldn’t walk without a limp for 3 months. I hated mirrors. I hated people asking, “How’s your leg?” instead of “How are you?”

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During regionals last year, my knee snapped mid-race. The pain was sharp, but what came later — the silence, the pity — that hurt more . Suddenly, people stopped asking, “When’s your next race?” and started saying “P

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