Caster Semenya E-Book

Jeremy Daniel

• Herausgeber: Jonathan Ball
• Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

In the fifth book of the Road to Glory series, Jeremy Daniel shows us how Caster Semenya developed into a world-class athlete. Growing up in poverty in Limpopo, Caster's early experiences at school are marked by many ups and downs: while her friends and family accept her for who she is, she is constantly bullied for her appearance. But she discovers soccer and immerses herself in the game – even making the boys' team. It is only after she enrols at the University of Pretoria that her life changes completely. Away from village life, she impresses on the track and is noticed as a talent, eventually meeting Coach Daniels in whom she finds a trainer and mentor. Battling controversy over her gender on the track and in the media, she nevertheless goes on to win gold at the 2016 Olympics, becoming an ambassador for South Africa.

Leseprobe

Jeremy Daniel

Jonathan Ball Publishers

Cape Town & Johannesburg

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1 Gold at the 2016 Olympics

Chapter 2 Growing up

Chapter 3 School days

Chapter 4 Discovering her gift

Chapter 5 Representing her school

Chapter 6 Getting noticed

Chapter 7 Leaving home

Chapter 8 The big stage

Chapter 9 Teamwork

Chapter 10 African champion

Chapter 11 Berlin

Chapter 12 Fame leaves a bad taste

Chapter 13 Getting back on track

Chapter 14 Her biggest rival

Chapter 15 Flag-bearer

Chapter 16 Rebuilding her life

Chapter 17 Born a winner

Chapter 18 New dawn, new day

Sources

Classroom activities

Oral activities

Written activities

Author’s note

Also available in the Road to Glory series

About the Book

Imprint Page

CHAPTER 1

GOLD AT THE 2016 OLYMPICS

Rio de Janeiro was everything that superstar Mokgadi Caster Semenya had imagined it would be. The people, the beaches, the mouth-watering food and the laid-back lifestyle … it was no wonder that tourists flocked to this beautiful Brazilian city from all over the world. But in August 2016, Rio was even more exciting than usual, as it was the host city for the Summer Olympics. Thousands of athletes and sports fans were taking over the city for two weeks to watch some of the greatest sporting action in the world.

World-class athletes like sprinter Usain Bolt, gymnast Simone Biles and swimmer Katie Ledecky were there, too. All of them were performing with one goal in mind: to win an Olympic gold medal.

So, even though Caster was loving Rio, she was not there to see the sights. She was there to race.

Caster had trained harder than ever in the months leading up to the games. Just a few months previously, she had won the 400-, 800- and 1 500-metre events at the South African National Championships. She felt like she was in the best shape of her life.

The Women’s 800 metres was one of the last events of the Games. While the other members of Team South Africa finished their events, received their medals and began celebrating, Caster kept her focus on the track and on her goals.

She knew that she had the physical ability to beat her opponents. She had proved that many times over. What she had to do was to get her mindset right. The coaches had told her over and over again that that was the key. Usually when she lost a race, it was because the other runners were mentally tougher than she was.

She was determined not to let that happen again during these Olympics. At the previous Olympics four years earlier, she had failed to get the gold medal and it was one of the toughest defeats she had ever had to deal with. She still found herself playing the race over and over in her mind. As the flag-bearer for her country at the 2012 Olympics, Caster had been expected to win gold, but she had left her final charge too late and she couldn’t catch up to Mariya Savinova, the Russian who had dominated the event during those years.

This year, her whole family had come to the airport to say goodbye and wish the South African team good luck.

‘This is your moment, Mokgadi,’ her grandmother, Maphuti Sekgala, had said to Caster before she boarded the plane to Rio. ‘You’re a golden girl.’

Having the full support of her family meant more to Caster than they would ever know.

The Olympic 800-metre heats began on 17 August, three days before the final. Caster ran in the second race of the day and she got through without putting too much effort in. She cruised to a solid victory ahead of Ajeé Wilson of America and Shelayna Oskan-Clarke from Great Britain. All three qualified for the next round.

The following day, eight women lined up for the semi-finals, all fantastic runners. But they were no match for Caster, who came in first, ahead of Britain’s Lynsey Sharp, in a time of 1.58.15. Preparations were over and now it was time to give it her all for the final race.

For the final, Caster walked out onto the track in her South African tracksuit and surveyed the scene. It was the second-last day of the Olympics and many of the officials and athletes were looking forward to going home. But there was a still a huge crowd in the stadium and they wanted to see a good race.

Caster was drawn to run in Lane 3, with Kenya’s Margaret Wambui next to her in Lane 4 and Francine Niyonsaba of Burundi in Lane 5. Those were the two women she had to watch most closely in this race. If she let either of them get too far ahead in the early stages, then … well … no, she wasn’t going to think like that. She was going to stay positive.

All the competitors were silent, stripping off their tracksuits, staring down the track, checking their laces and focusing on what they were going to do.

‘In Lane 3, running for South Africa, Caster Semenya!’ said the stadium announcer, and the crowd roared.

Caster raised her arms to acknowledge her fans, then turned and stared down the track.

For every athlete, there comes that moment when all the plans and hours of training are just a thing of the past, and it’s time for action. On the soccer field, it’s the blast of the whistle, in the boxing ring it’s the ding of a bell and on the track, it’s three simple words: ‘On your marks!’

Caster put her toe to the line and looked up.

‘Get set!’

She crouched down slightly, waiting to explode into action …

The gunshot cracked and the runners shot forward.

Caster got away to a good start. She could feel that she was quickly making up distance on her outside lane. As the runners turned the first corner, they were each in their separate lanes, but then they broke and headed for the inside lane, looking for any advantage and to settle into a comfortable rhythm.

Caster found herself in the lead, running alongside Francine Niyonsaba. The two of them set a sharp pace, followed closely by the rest of the pack. After 200 metres of trailing just behind the leaders, Margaret Wambui moved up on the outside, running hard to take the lead.

As the first lap ended, Caster glanced up at the clock. It was at 57.59. That was a good time, but not a great time, and she wanted to do better. So she leaned in slightly, stepping up a gear, and the crowd roared their approval. Niyonsaba had seen the clock too, and she knew what she had to do. Anticipating Caster’s move, she came back hard on the outside, passing Caster’s shoulder and opening up a small lead. The rest of the chasing pack fell back, with defeat in their eyes. By the last turn, there were really only two runners left in the race.

Caster still had plenty of ‘juice’ left in the tank so, as she got to the final corner, she accelerated, running harder than ever before. Her body responded well and she put everything she had into the final 50 metres of that race. With that level of commitment, on top of so much talent, Caster steamed away from Niyonsaba.

By the time she crossed the finish line, Caster had smashed the South African record with a time of 1.55.28, and she was ahead of Niyonsaba by over eight metres – a huge victory.

A gold medal at the Rio Olympics! Relief and joy surged through her. The crowd went crazy and Caster flexed her muscles and went into her trademark ‘cobra’ pose. As the other runners came in one by one, gasping for breath, Caster reached out to them with an open hand and a smile. A couple of her fellow athletes refused to even look at her or just avoided her, but that was nothing new. She had raced all these women before and she knew exactly how they felt about her.

Back in the dressing rooms after the race, Caster saw the British runner Lynsey Sharp on television, being interviewed by a reporter. Sharp had finished sixth, and she was complaining that competing against Caster was unfair.

Caster went into her trademark ‘cobra’ pose.

‘What’s your excuse for the other five runners who beat you?’ Caster muttered to herself, and turned away. A few years ago, that kind of comment from Sharp would have hurt her, but now she felt nothing. She was an Olympic champion; no need to apologise for that!

Caster grabbed the South African flag that she had been carrying since the end of the race and drew it tightly around her shoulders. She knew that the people she cared about believed in her. They had always been there for her.

CHAPTER 2

GROWING UP

‘Run to the store and get us some mielie meal, Caster. I’ll time you!’ said her mother, Dorcas, one afternoon, when Caster was seven years old.

‘You don’t even have a watch, Mama. How can you time me?’ asked Caster.

‘Don’t be cheeky, young lady. I’ll count the time out loud. Maybe this time you can break your record?’

Caster knew that people only pretended to time her so they could get her to do chores for them, but she didn’t mind. She loved to run and had been running errands for her family for as long as she could remember.

Her mother counted out some coins carefully and gave them to her. Caster jumped to her feet, slipped on her old shoes, dodged the chickens in the backyard and hit her stride. The store was at least a kilometre away, but Caster could run this route in her sleep. She always felt happy when she was outside with the sun beating down on the dirt roads, green hills and pretty huts of the beautiful Limpopo countryside.

Caster dodged the chickens in the backyard and hit her stride.

Climbing up the hill in front of the store, she saw a group of boys playing soccer. Caster felt a tug inside her. She wanted to join them, but she knew her mother was waiting for her to come back with the food, so she continued past the group.

Inside the general store, Caster dropped a couple of coins onto the counter and raced over to the sacks of mielie meal in the corner. She lifted one up, balanced it on her shoulder, called out ‘thank you’ and headed for the door.