The Marathon

This one hit me right in the gut. I experienced all of these feelings when I ran the Chicago Marathon in 2012. The fat girl that thought she’d always be fat. The girl that lost the weight but thought 26.2 miles was too far for her to go. She didn’t think she could do it. But I did! I put in the time, did my training and was rewarded with a decent finish time.

It’s true what they say, “the person who starts the Marathon is not the same person who finishes it.” Those 26.2 miles changed me. When I crossed the finish line and finally was able to sit down and call my mom, I did so with tears streaming down my face. 

They’re threatening to fall again right now. 

The power of a Marathon.

The Marathon