You sign up online thinking it will be a breeeeeeze.
Cuz you have like plenty of time to train.
Your friends start asking if you're gonna be ready in time.
Someone at a party tells you they're running a 5k.
You finally start to put more effort into your training.
Marathon Eve suddenly rolls around and it's time to carbo-load.
The race gun goes off and you're a tad nervous.
You realize you've only made it 5 miles.
Body parts you never knew you had start chafing and suddenly that's all you can think about.
Then a volunteer hands you a free gel pack.
Out of nowhere you start losing serious steam.
And you honestly wouldn't be mad if something fell from the sky so that you wouldn't have to finish.
You reach the 13 mile mark and realize you're only halfway there.
You start to get super heady and emotional, reflecting on your entire life and the choices you've made.
You daydream about the simpler times.
You notice other runners are SUPER committed.
And you remember all the reasons why you signed up for the marathon in the first place.
So you pick up the pace, knowing it will end soon, and that you CAN do this.
You see the finish line in sight, and a mass of strangers are cheering you on.
You cross the 26.2 mile mark and are blown-away with physical, mental and emotional FEEELS.
Once home you feel so empowered and in awe of your own two feet.
You think, "maybe I'll do it again one day."
Or perhaps once is enough.
