Being
a Female Athlete
For
the earlier part of my childhood, being a female athlete wasn’t something I had
on my mind or even cared about. I spent most of my days riding my bike, running
freely in the grass and climbing trees.
Sometimes I would go on adventures with
my dad and younger brother in the woods, or go on walks in the neighbourhood
with my mom. I just enjoyed having fun and being outside, but I wasn’t really
thinking about athleticism, fitness or training. Being a goofy kid was just
fine by me.
Grade
2 was when I started understanding what being a female athlete was all about
and the differences between boys and girls natural athletic abilities. I had finally
befriended a group of guys to play with during recess (yay friends!) and was
stoked to just, well, play. The only real thing we did was play tag, but man,
it was intense! My guy friends decided to make it a spectacle and so every
lunch hour a group of them would line up on this little bridge by the
playground and start challenging each other to races up and down this pathway
that was probably 50 metres (so 100m if you went both ways).
At
first it was so exciting watching them all run full speed down the path. I
would always cheer them all on and yell and scream like a wild child. However,
I soon became bored from watching and I desperately wanted to join in on the
fun! I remember when I first asked if I could race, the guys all seemed very
skeptical. I mean, what girl would want to race a guy right? This one did.
Anyways, I finally got my shot and when they yelled “go”, I was ready. I burst
away from the bridge, full steam ahead, like someone had lit my butt on fire. I
was flying down the path. I could feel myself breathing faster and faster and
adrenaline was surging through my tiny body frame. What was even more spectacular
was that I was winning! I remember looking back as I crossed the finish line
first and realized I had just beaten a guy. I was grinning from ear to ear.
That day marked a very important day in my life. That was the day that I
realized, I could hold my own with the opposite sex.
I
went on to win many more lunch time races and in the end was undefeated on the
playground. It really helped me build some confidence in myself as I was really
shy beforehand and now I even had won the respect of most of the guys in my
elementary class. I carried that positive energy forward and made a commitment
to always be the quickest of the girls and to keep up (or beat) the boys. I
became VERY competitive and this is where my days of wearing frilly clothes and
dresses disappeared and instead I rocked those coveralls like any proud tomboy
chick would. It became a game; to be the best. If we were having relay races in
gym class, I had to be first. If we were climbing ropes in gym class, I had to
be first. If we were changing in the locker room, I had to finish first. If we
were running laps around the school at lunch time, I wanted to run the most. I
wanted everyone to know, but mostly the guys, that I meant serious business.
Yes, I was a scrawny little girl on the outside, but I was a force to be
reckoned with if someone tried to tease me.
I
carried this mindset with me right through junior high and high school. It was
a bit harder now as puberty began to set in and the guys were getting bigger
and stronger. Some of them began to surpass me in certain areas, but I always
tried to keep up and be a competitor. If I couldn’t beat them, I at least
wanted their respect. However, I still had high expectations to be one of the
best female athletes and so I began training 5-6 days a week. I began to notice
that I was putting on some muscle which was a nice change. I was getting
stronger and this meant that I could keep up with both sexes. If there was a
pick-up game of basketball going on in the gym, I could join in and the team
wouldn’t be “at a disadvantage”…that was always the goal, not to be looked at
as a nuisance, but to be looked at as a threat.
For
the most part, I am very happy with who I am today as a female athlete.
Obviously, there comes a point when I had to realize that genetics plays a bit
of a role in my ability versus my male counterpart and so I had to settle with
not necessarily being the best, but being respectable. However, this also
presents a problem, because as females, we shouldn’t have to “impress” anyone,
especially not males when it comes to our natural athletic ability. When I’m in
the gym doing squats, I sometimes see other men glancing at the weight I have
up on the bar and looking slightly puzzled, as if they are questioning my
ability to perform the action. When I successfully complete the set and re-rack
the bar, it feels amazing. But even if they weren’t there to witness me do
that, it would still feel amazing.
My
main point is simply this; I won’t judge you, so why bother judging me? I mean,
we’re all athletes, of various ages and abilities; we should respect one
another for reaching new accomplishments and for taking the initiative to
better our health. We don’t need to put one another down; we need to build each
other up. When I workout now, I always carry respect with me, whether it’s a
smile, a nod or a high-five, it’s important to pass along positive vibes and
not negative ones. Women have come a long way in sport and I think that’s
something that should be recognized. In the end, all I want as a female is
respect, from everyone.