bananahemmingx
My whole life has been about survival.
From the start, I was told I'd never be enough-that coming from a mixed, working-class family meant I'd spend my days chasing a dream that was never meant for me.
But I chased it anyway. I fought harder, pushed longer, and tasted more success than anyone ever expected. And now? I'm surrounded by trophies and headlines... yet none of it feels like it matters.
While the rest of the world slowed down, built families, and carved out lives outside of the spotlight, I kept running. Kept filling the silence with work, training, racing--anything to avoid stopping long enough to realize what I was missing.
Then I met her.
A woman who wasn't impressed by the name, the fame, or the trophies. I found her in tears, scrambling to figure out how to move forward, and for the first time in my life, I didn't run.
I stayed.
And I did the one thing I've always avoided.