Nine months ago I forced myself to jog as far as I could. I made it eight minutes before I couldn’t keep going.
Yesterday, I ran a marathon.
This picture was taken about 15 minutes after the finish line. I was still out of it.
At mile 20, I started losing my mind. Jed asked me to check my pace bracelet and I couldn’t read the words; it was a strange feeling. I don’t remember much from the last six miles; jed and pa say i was acting very strange and that my eyes were glazed over.
When we turned the corner to see the finish line, and saw the enormous crowd, adrenaline took over and we sprinted the final 100 meters. April and heather were the loudest.
The altitude was definitely a factor. All three of us had respiratory issues hit bad at mile 15.
Today, my muscles hurt, but I feel good about life.
