"Okay, everyone down, and do 10 push-ups, and no cheating!" My 11-year-old mind went into a panic. I can't do push-ups and the whole class is going to know. So I got down and did my best. I looked over and saw some of the girls in my class on their knees, so I did the same.
"Wait wait wait! Crosby do a REAL push-up!" yelled my teacher. "I can't do one," I squeaked. "You can't do a push-up!?" The whole class laughed. He then proceeded to get down in the push-up position and cranked out 10. "See Crosby, that is a push up! Now do one."
I tried and could not do the push-up. Everyone watched me. The next three weeks were hell. People made fun of me and told me I should try to do them against the wall. They called me fat. It was moments like these in life that really hurt, and I did turn to food for comfort. I did spend many hours in my mom's arms crying. I cannot let these moments in my past control my future.
I am going to run a marathon in November. I doubt any of them now can say they have done that! Oh, and I cranked out 10 push-ups this morning!