So I Ran A Full Marathon

FUN FACT: Did you know that only 1% of the population will run a marathon? I’m a 1 percenter 😅. I did it! I ran a marathon. I ran my first race a 5K in 2012. Then I increased the miles by running 10K then running a half marathon before turning 40. I think I speak for most runners when I say running a marathon is on their bucket list. Most people wouldn’t dare run 26.2 miles so why would I do it? Well, there’s a saying do one thing that scares you. I did it and it was one of the most humbling and challenging experiences. 

Pre-race day. Trying to be cute 

So race day is here and the weather was amazingly beautiful. Everyone was in good spirits. The course had us running along the waterway with no hills and bridges to run on. I was so thankful for that. I was doing good until somewhere along the way, my legs wouldn’t move. The hell?!?! I started hallucinating. I’m already blind as it is and EVERYTHING was blurry. It was in that moment that I’ve accepted and made peace with the fact that I’ll never be an elite runner. I was like who are you? Why are you doing this? What are you trying to prove? I was also thinking of ways to cut the run short and still get my medal. 

These miles ain’t no joke

But I ain’t no punk. I didn’t pay the fees and train for months for nothing. I put one foot in front of the other. But I was still annoyed with how each mile kept getting longer and longer. The disrespect. I was going through it. So I finally saw mile marker 26 and then I knew who I was. I’m the one who’s going to cross that finish line because when I say I’m gon’ do, I like to follow through. I crossed it and it was the happiest and shooketh moment of my life. I have no regrets but I’m never running a marathon again. I’ll just stick to why I’m use to. Am I dramatic or what? 🤣