On Sunday, April 22nd, I ran my first ever half marathon – Zooma Atlanta, held at Lake Lanier in Buford.
My friend Denise ran a half marathon a few weeks back and blogged about it (click HERE). I hoped that I would be able to share my experience in a similar way.
Alas, all I remember is the pain.
Somewhere between miles 9 and 10, my left knee gave out on me. Up until then, I was mostly running. After that point, I was mostly limping. At mile 11-ish, the pain became so excruciating I actually started to cry.
I kept walking.
And I FINISHED.
Which is all I ever wanted. And all that really matters, as far as I am concerned.
What is your dream? GO FOR IT. Don’t stop until you reach the finish line.
Even if it hurts.