At exactly 12:00 A.M. on December 1st, 2015, I typed in my debit card number and pressed “register”. I signed up for my first full marathon. “What in the world was I about to get myself into,” I thought. I was excited, nervous, and anxious. What I didn’t realize was how much training for a marathon would change my life…for the better.
October 2, 2016, 5:30 A.M.
I rose out of bed, changed into my race outfit, slid on my compression sleeves, and looked in the mirror. I looked at the girl in front of me and smiled. I was a different person 23 weeks ago. ” That girl in the mirror is about to run 26.2 miles and she IS ready,” I thought. I gathered all of my things and headed down to the hotel lobby to meet my dad for breakfast before we journeyed out to the start.
If it weren’t for my dad, I wouldn’t have even thought of running my first marathon. It meant a lot to me to run my first marathon sharing the course with him, especially on his birthday weekend. He encouraged me throughout my training, gave me great advice, and gave me the motivation I needed. Having the support from my dad, my mom, my aunt, the rest of my family, co-workers, friends, and many other people, is one of the reasons I had made it to the start. I couldn’t have done it without them.
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