24 hours after my latest (and fastest) marathon, I scribbled down some candid thoughts on how I was feeling:
WE ALL NEED A MARATHON. Deciding to run 26.2 miles takes a bold leap. But that arduous and overwhelming first step is what separates people who think, from people who try, people who act, people who believe, people who do.
That’s the thing about marathons (literally or metaphorically). They smack you in the face, kick you in the ass, make you feel like shit, but keep you coming back for more.
I often get asked why I put my body through this. Why I continue to put foot to pavement and spends hours upon hours training. I do it because of the butterflies I get on race day. That nervous excitement that exists within us all but only truly shows itself when we’re really doing something right. When we’re on the right track. When we’re honest with ourselves and are doing something that matters.
We all need a marathon. It doesn’t mean we should all lace up for 26.2 miles. But we all need to feel this feeling. It’s exactly how I felt yesterday morning at the starting line. And it’s the feeling that will undoubtedly keep me coming back for more.