“Okay, I can do this. I can run this 26.2 mile long race.” This was what I had been telling myself since the start of the week in preparation for my marathon — which was happening today. The reason why I decided I wanted to run a marathon was because of the influence of my sister. It was up in Okanagan where my family and I cheered for my sister as she was participating in the Okanagan Marathon. As soon as she completed the race, and although exhausted, I saw how happy and relieved she was, and felt extremely happy and excited for her new accomplishment. Those feelings sparked an interest in me to try to prepare for, and run a marathon.
Early and bright, in the crisp, dawn air, I made my way towards the starting point. I began to feel anxious, nervous, and scared even though I prepared for a year, doing all types of training from distance to speed work. I had just realized that even during my weekly practices and training sessions, I had never run the whole 26.2 miles. So, I was unsure if I would be able to last the whole race. My heart was pounding, and my blood was pumping. It felt like drums were playing …show more content…
I was going to go mental, my legs felt like they were going to fall off (in fact, I was sure they were going to fall off ) and I had estimated that the amount of sweat my sweat glands had produced was nearly 2 litres of sweat. How I would have loved to trade positions with the bystanders or those who had already finished the marathon. All of a sudden, ahead and into the distance, I saw a runner collapse. As I ran closer and closer to the spot where he had fallen, the sound of sirens and the flashing of red and blue lights quickly drew closer. When they arrived on the scene, he was placed on a stretcher, and then was driven away to be taken care of. Although I felt sympathetic for the runner, my focus was towards the ambulance crew and drive. I really envied the driver and the staff that they were able to use the car as a mode of
Early and bright, in the crisp, dawn air, I made my way towards the starting point. I began to feel anxious, nervous, and scared even though I prepared for a year, doing all types of training from distance to speed work. I had just realized that even during my weekly practices and training sessions, I had never run the whole 26.2 miles. So, I was unsure if I would be able to last the whole race. My heart was pounding, and my blood was pumping. It felt like drums were playing …show more content…
I was going to go mental, my legs felt like they were going to fall off (in fact, I was sure they were going to fall off ) and I had estimated that the amount of sweat my sweat glands had produced was nearly 2 litres of sweat. How I would have loved to trade positions with the bystanders or those who had already finished the marathon. All of a sudden, ahead and into the distance, I saw a runner collapse. As I ran closer and closer to the spot where he had fallen, the sound of sirens and the flashing of red and blue lights quickly drew closer. When they arrived on the scene, he was placed on a stretcher, and then was driven away to be taken care of. Although I felt sympathetic for the runner, my focus was towards the ambulance crew and drive. I really envied the driver and the staff that they were able to use the car as a mode of