Once upon a time their was a girl. An evil spell had been cast upon her and this girl had become unhappy with who she had become. She didn’t like the way she felt anymore. She didn’t like the way she looked anymore. She couldn’t believe the face and body that stared back to her from photos and the dreaded mirror. She wanted to make a change but didn’t know how to break the spell? She tried different things but she stayed the same. The spell was too powerful. It kept her enslaved. She couldn’t break free. She desperately wanted to make a change.
Then one day she found her glass slippers and an idea emerged. Maybe she could run? Maybe if she ran far enough and fast enough she could break the evil spell that held her prisoner. Was it possible? She really didn’t think it could be but she had to try? Right? Could she? Did she have the courage? The strength?
Then she remembered a dream she once had. A foggy dream that whispered to her through the powerful magic of the spell. She remembered a girl who once ran and started to become fit. She remembered a girl who once became powerful for a short season and ran a 5K against all odds. She remembered how the spell had begun to lift. She remembered how she had worked so hard. She remembered the joy and excitement of the race day. How she had conquered so much fear. She remembered how powerful she had felt.
Then the larger dream whispered through the spell she was under and she was able to remember how she had looked with envy as others had conquered and even larger beast and slayed the 1/2 marathon. She remembered that day how a dream had settled in her heart that perhaps she too could one day conquer that beast and break free of the spell once and for all. Could she really? This overweight girl in the mirror laughed at her. Mocked her. The spell was so strong. The fear breathed fire upon her trying to hold her dreams at bay. She didn’t know if it was possible but the dream didn’t disappear.
With courage one day she put the glass slippers on and ventured from her tower. She asked her Prince Charming to come with her. She ran very slow that day but the old injury that had been inflicted on her wasn’t bothering her. She felt some joy. Some excitement. She asked Prince Charming if he would begin to train with her. Excitement began to break through and the spell weakened a tiny bit. Could she do this? The Princess 1/2 was coming up in 4 months. If she trained really hard could she do it? She knew she wouldn’t be fast but could she finish? The fear tried to cast his evil doubt, but with each run she was able to push the fear away a little more. She decided to sign up for the big race with Prince Charming and at least try…..
The spell had to be broken at all cost so she could be the girl, the Princess, that she was meant to be.