I started 2013 with the decision and promise to myself that I would dedicate more time to taking care of my body and trying to stay fit. In March, I ran my first race and struggled to run the 5K. By mid-year, my mom and sister convinced me to sign up for a full marathon. I thought they were crazy. 24 years of “oh, I don’t do those things” and “I can’t even go up a flight of stairs without gasping for air” had to be a thing of the past when I found myself on a bus (with snow on top of it) at 5am heading toward the start line in 19 degree weather. I may not seem like it, but I am extremely competitive and it takes a lot to intimidate me. But yesterday, I had never been so nervous, apprehensive, and scared of anything before. I thought I was gonna puke even before the race started. I was SO close to not even showing up.
It seemed like a piece of cake until I hit mile 11. My left ankle started to swell up, my lungs felt like they were completely frozen, I could feel blisters forming, and I was sure I had lost a toe from frostbite. Mile 19 was worse. I pulled a muscle in my right leg, and every step I could feel it pulling and tensing up every minute that went by. I remember at mile 20, I saw one of the last busses parked there waiting to take any runners who couldn’t finish the race. I was THIS close to calling it quits, but then I remembered my fitness teacher telling me that when I felt like I was about to give up, to just focus on one thing and zone in on it to take my mind off the things that were holding me back. So from mile 20-25, I imagined @vavarona waiting for me at the finish line with a hamburger, onion rings, and big bottle of ketchup in hand. Before I knew it, I found myself limping across the finish line with the people I love most waiting for me there. I’m so glad that I could have endured such a painfully amazing experience alongside my mom, @eileen1228. 💕 Thank you to everyone who have supported and believed in me during my training this year. You helped me prove that an average jane who eats ice cream and french fries on a weekly basis can accomplish something that seemed impossible. (And to those who straight up laughed at me when I told you I was running this marathon, there is no middle finger emoji but surely you are getting one now as you read this.) On the other hand… There are no words to describe the PAIN I’m feeling… 😅😭 It was all worth it, though! #cim2013