The events I had just witnessed, combined with my own exhausted state, and the triumph of finishing my first marathon were almost too much. What a glorious world we live in and how thankful I am to be alive to experience days like this.
The 26.2 miles I will run on November 4 may be for my father and other stroke survivors, but this race has become about so much more. Since deciding to run the marathon, I have traveled over 900 miles by foot, and spent nearly 140 hours training.
Even as we are reduced to bib numbers and the singlet of our running club, and even as each race is an individual race with our own mind and body, there is something very social that happens once we get spread out across the course.
If you want to be a runner, or you want to be faster, the solution is simple. Just get out there and run. It's summer, the trails and pavement are waiting to meet your feet. I'll be out there chasing another PR in my quest for the marathon.