I think she has a concussion, so hard seem like a great choice. Geez. I wonder what that smeghead I'd up to now?
Glorious lack of any self reflection on anyone's part.
I am glad for my mother. I ran cross country in school. I was awful. I'm a short limbed, stocky diabetic. But I was stubborn enough to finish,which meant that the good runners' scores counted. I got horrible shin splints, and the trainer taped my feet. After that meet, when I took my socks off, my shoes were full of blood.
My mother forbade me to run for several days. I protested, because I learned from gymnastics that heroic girls just keep going through pain, injury, abuse, and starvation. I had to get the team score to count! My mom said I was significantly more important than that, and we went to go get some dinner and bandages. I was miffed then, but my older, wiser self is deeply grateful.