Finishing strong
I ran a marathon. Once. It's been nearly four years ago, and there are parts of me that want to run the full 26.2 miles again just to see if I can. And then I remember the difficulty of it. I would almost say that it was the hardest thing I have ever physically accomplished, but then I remember birthing four babies and that one horrific kidney stone.
I trained for four months, and each week the required miles would stretch my endurance even further. I knew I could run at least 13 miles, having already accomplished a half marathon, but as the race grew closer, the miles grew longer and I doubted if I would be able to finish. I never stopped trying.
The longest distance I would be required to run before the race was 20 miles. I remember waking up on that rainy Saturday morning, and feeling a nervous excitement. Would I be able to finish? Would I do it well?
The rain poured down on me for three hours, and there was more than one concerned motorist that stopped and offered me…
I trained for four months, and each week the required miles would stretch my endurance even further. I knew I could run at least 13 miles, having already accomplished a half marathon, but as the race grew closer, the miles grew longer and I doubted if I would be able to finish. I never stopped trying.
The longest distance I would be required to run before the race was 20 miles. I remember waking up on that rainy Saturday morning, and feeling a nervous excitement. Would I be able to finish? Would I do it well?
The rain poured down on me for three hours, and there was more than one concerned motorist that stopped and offered me…