I was never sporty. As a kid I was good at running but that was about it. I hated any sports with balls (and did the thing of closing my eyes when a ball was thrown at me ... LOL). Mostly, I didn't even really try because I worried about looking stupid.
Even my back pain - which started in my late twenties - wasn't motivation enough to get more active.
This month's blog post is about what has changed in the last few months.
Even though cheerleading isn’t very big in Germany, I grew up having an opinion: I associated it with girls in skimpy outfits, judged on their looks alone and totally devoted and with brainless adoration for whatever sports team they supported. Not exactly a role model I was aspiring to (yes, you may judge me on my cliché thinking!). Not least because I wasn’t into sports, I never thought about what it would be like to be on the other side, i.e. being “cheerleaded” on. Moreover, I grew...
In 2012 my mum got diagnosed with cancer. After an operation, she was cancer-free for some time when in March 2017 it was discovered that the cancer had returned and had spread everywhere, notably to her lungs. In July 2017 she moved into a hospice and four weeks later she died. Her last four weeks were the toughest in my life so far and the first time I experienced the death of somebody close, and from such close quarters. At the same time it also turned out to be the most rewarding time. One...
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