Kia ora. I'm Zac. I'm 14, I live in the Waikato, and I have cerebral palsy.
Cerebral palsy means the messages between my brain and my muscles don't always arrive on time. For me that mostly shows up in how I move and how quickly I tire. It is not an illness and it doesn't get worse — it's just the body I train in.
I started out doing whatever anyone would let me try. Riding for the Disabled at Te Aroha. Touch rugby on a Saturday. A rowing machine in a primary school hall. Somewhere in there I worked out that I actually like the hard part — the training, the nerves on the blocks, the bit where it hurts and you keep going anyway.
I'd rather be the kid who tried eleven sports badly than the kid who watched.
These days it's swimming and shooting that have my full attention. I train with Parafed Waikato and race whenever I can, and I shoot air rifle. They could not be less alike, which is exactly why I want both. Swimming is noise and lungs and effort. Shooting is stillness, breathing, and one clean moment. Golf and pickleball fill the gaps and keep the whole thing fun.
The Halberg Foundation and Parafed Waikato are the reason a lot of this happened. If you're a disabled kid in New Zealand reading this and you haven't been to the Halberg Games yet: go. That's the whole tip.
