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 almost 13 years ago

Hmm. Very nice.

someoneelse almost 13 years ago


Galen almost 13 years ago

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

Gone Awry almost 13 years ago

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

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