One summer my daughter can win Wimbledon and I - the London marathon in my age group

There is discomfort in announcing your dreams or goals. You’re supposed to stay silent and humble, work hard and then celebrate your wins as they happen; when you win you tell the journalists how you’ve dreamed of this moment; how hard you’ve worked for it.

But hey — away with superstitions and fears. On with the show. On with the dreams. What do I stand to lose? In the worst case, a decade later I might look at this story and think how silly and naive I was. So what.

I think it’s possible. My daughter Taisiya is young but she’s good. She works hard. She likes the sport. We, as a family, are working hard. We’ve been and are continuing to go through a lot of challenges because of the tennis dream. My wife — she used to play in her younger years — works relentlessly with Taisiya, day after day. We had to separate, at least temporarily, so that Taisiya has a near-perfect environment for her tennis. My wife moved to Florida a couple of months with our three kids and I have to live in California with our oldest son — we didn’t want to disrupt him in his final two years of high school. And he has his own dreams — he loves running and wants to improve in the coming months to run for college.

I love running! I mean I really love running. It’s becoming more than a hobby. It’s a passion and the fire is burning! I want to become really good. I want to inspire others. I recently had the privilege of getting to know the London…