Conquering my first marathon
All geared up to start the run before 4am.
pacers passed me. I tried following them and could manage only to stay with them for about 500 metres. Dropping off from the pack really was a blow to my confidence but I continued alone anyway.
At the last km, I pushed myself and the sight of the finish line was an emotional one. I had been racing for more than four hours and this was what I had been longing, working and anticipating for.
I enjoyed and savoured the last few steps before the end of the marathon, and I reached the finish line with both relief and denial. Although I didn’t hit my target time, I still couldn’t believe that I just ran 42km and could still walk and talk.
I imagined myself collapsing at the finish line but I didn’t. All the pain I endured during the marathon faded when I crossed the finish line. It is nice to have an end to journey towards, but it is the journey that matters in the end.
Looking back at the race, I could not remember it vividly. But now, it seems that 42km is not that far and it is totally possible to cover that distance. Indeed, running a marathon is not just a physical experience but an emotional one too.
It felt really emotional at the end of the race, the continuous battle in my mind to stop or to move. Joy does come from pain, sweat and tears. I missed my target time by a duration of two episodes of Friends, but I’m neither ashamed nor disappointed with the time.
I believe the time justified my physical and mental ability during the race. I had dedicated my time and hard work to be a marathoner and truly, this is one of my greatest accomplishments, a memory that I will treasure forever.
I managed to persevere by repeating a quote in my head, — “Intensity of desire will always find a way just like weakness of purpose would always find an excuse.”