My feet ached, but it was well worth it. Not only that, I was starving. Twenty-six point two miles. It was a stupid decision, but I'm glad I made it. A marathon isn't the sort of thing most people do on the spur of the moment. I mean, I'd thought about it before. But I'd never trained for it. I just wanted to do something that I would remember. Something that would make me feel alive. I wasn't even sure I would do it until this morning. I wasn't sure I'd go along with it even at the start line. The nice thing was that so few people knew I was going to attempt it. And none of those people were here. I was alone in a crowd of hundreds. I could choose to run on my own. I don't know if I ever really made a choice. I just started running when everyone else did. Then the inertia took over. Little kids every mile - cheering you on, offering you water and snacks. I started walking on mile fifteen. I had gone mile fourteen swearing I wouldn't walk at all. Every last mile got harder. And now I am done. Or rather I'd just started a new journey. I am a marathoner now.

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Gone Awry about 12 years ago

Hmm. Very nice.

someoneelse about 12 years ago

Thanks.

Galen about 12 years ago

Well done. (Both the story and the marathon(?).)

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Gone Awry about 12 years ago

Hmm, very nice. Wonderful motivation for someone who's thinking of actually running a marathon.

someoneelse (joined about 12 years ago)

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