I run my first marathon some weeks ago and I never thought that I would spend so good time running it. Being honest, I was having serious doubts about finishing it because I had not trained as much and as good as I have wished. But once I was there, late, and I started to run I understood that the race was not going to be about how much training or preparation I had done. It was, at least for me, a real challenge for my mind. Facing myself and pushing my limits. I knew it that I would not give up.
I do not remember what I was thinking along the 42km and 195 m but I remember the joy of the challenge, the trip that took me to face with my fears and an unexplored parts of my mind. Someone said:”If there is no risk, it is not worthy”. I subscribed that.
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