Chinese people, especially
Chinese girls are not supposed to be athletes. That’s a stereotype and I know
stereotypes are bad, but I have a point, I promise.
Ever since I started training
with the Athletes to End Alzheimer’s team last year, I always wondered if my
grandma, Nin-nin (as we called her in Chinese for paternal grandmother) would
approve. Every time I finished practice completely drenched in sweat or got
sick on a run, I always wondered if she thought I was crazy or worried that I
ran too much. I will never actually know how Nin-nin felt, but I knew how my
mom felt. Every time I told her I was out running, she’d give me a little pep
talk about how I need to make sure I don’t over exert myself or how she was
worried that I was running in the heat or cold.
My parents came out to the
New Jersey Marathon this May to cheer me on, it was the first time they’d see
me run a marathon. We were on my way home and my mom told me that my
grandparents (specifically my grandfather, Ya-ya, for paternal grandfather)
used to love watching marathons on television and that both Nin-nin and Ya-ya
would be extremely proud of me if they were alive today. That was the
reassurance I needed, the support I know my grandparents are providing even
though they’re not here to witness the races with me. It is okay for a Chinese
girl to run marathons!
I was very close to my
Nin-nin and Ya-ya. Nin-nin immigrated to NYC by herself when she was pregnant
with my dad. The strength and courage it took for her to leave her family
behind in China to build a “better life” in the United States are character
traits I can only aspire to. I have endless memories growing up with Nin-nin
and Ya-ya – weekend trips they’d take into New Jersey to visit us with bags of
goodies, vacations, holidays at their apartment in the Bronx, bowling
competitions, Italian ice and ice cream trucks are just a handful of the
memories that I will forever cherish. I was the only granddaughter on that side
of the family and the oldest, which means I could do no wrong! Nin-nin and I
always celebrated our birthdays together the first weekend of November every
year. Even when Nin-nin was in the advanced stages of Alzheimer’s and couldn’t
remember who I was, we still celebrated our birthdays together. Last year’s NYC
Marathon was supposed to be on her birthday and in her memory, I was ready to
celebrate with her while running through all five boroughs, her home, and help
raise awareness for Alzheimer’s.
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