I don’t think my heart was in the right place when I started training for the marathon. At some point it ended up being work and not just something I did to refocus, to enjoy, to explore. And to be honest, I missed DC. I missed the endless trails in Reddy Creek Park. I missed my running buddies. I missed the inspiration. Training in Chicago was just not the same (even though the marathon itself is something I would not shy from recommending to those interested – the route is flat and the crowds are great).
The thing about running is that it makes you dream big right from the start. Back when I could barely run a mile, I was already sure that some day soon enough I would run 26.2 miles. It had to be done. So even though the end result was anti climatic, I am happy to have checked this goal off the list. After all I will no longer have to wonder if I could run 26.2 miles. I’ll take it.
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