So I started running and instantly I felt the very mild ache in my right knee but after mile one it went away. I kept waiting for it to come back and haunt me especially in the later miles. 12 miles, 1 hour, 53 minutes and 40 seconds later, I had finished with no knee pain. No one was around so I raised my hands pretending to be somewhat awesome. I was so encouraged as this was almost half a marathon with no pain.
What I remembered on Saturday was how much I missed training. There is something about long distance training that is so dreadful and so desiring all at the same time. I remembered how much I missed this process of giving my all for this marathon and the children of St. Jude. I remember running down the streets and wearing my St. Jude singlet and knowing I was not there by accident.
So I am cautiously optimistic that my knee will hold up. The road of training is long. The 4 hour marathon is a blink of an eye. I train for months in order, for one moment, to fulfill my fundraising promise by running and fighting for the children of St. Jude. Those 4 hours and 34 minutes last year including me stopping and grabbing light post to stretch. It included me stopping in a port a potty just to rest and not let others see my pain. However it resulted in me doing something I am not always the best at doing.. being selfless and fighting for something worth fighting for.
Thanks to everyone who has already sponsored me for this cause. I am overwhelmed by the generosity and sacrifice of so many. I am getting ready to go run 5 miles. Apparently for the first time in a long time, my courtship with training has begun. I hope she'll treat me well.
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