I’ll be honest, for most of my life I felt like I was in second place, an alternate, an also ran, not quite as good as everybody else.I was a cheerleader my junior year in high school, but I was what they called an alternate. That meant I was on the squad and did everything that the other girls did, but it was clear I wasn’t quite as good as the other cartwheeling, high-jumping, pompom shakers. Barely made it. Last one chosen.…