One step at a time

dithered close-up of me smiling with a marathon medal

I just ran a marathon without real training. Finished 5 minutes under the disqualification limit (5:30:00), but that was exactly my goal 🙃.

My whole body hurt, but I genuinely had a great time. Friends and even random spectators commented on how good and happy I looked. Some thoughts I had during the race:

Sub 4 is the goal for next year!

Feet don’t fail me now, take me to the finish line

Oh, my heart, it breaks every step that I take

But I’m hoping at the gates, they’ll tell me that you’re mine

Walking through the city streets, is it by mistake or design?

~ Lana Del Rey

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Footnotes:

  1. My hunch is both. When I carry a cup that’s burning my hands, I don’t scream, I slowly put it down and then say “ow, that was hot.” My dentist was always so happy he didn’t have to use anesthesia on me, even when doing tricky and deep surgeries on my teeth. ↩