I was always that runner that said, "26.2 miles is meant for a car not my legs."
Last year a friend of mine, Jess, asked if I wanted to do the Reston Half Marathon. At the time I wasn't really thinking about running a race, but then a few weeks later I fell and broke my right hand so I couldn't do anything in the gym but run. I figured if that's what I was going to be doing until my hand was better I might as well have something to train for; instead of signing up for the Reston Half I thought, "this would be my 4th half I might as well just do the full marathon."
So I trained inside because winter was brutal here and training on a treadmill stinks. No matter how much to try to train for hills it just doesn't work.
It also helped that I had wonderful, amazing friends chasing me around the course in a truck yelling lots of encouragement. (Thank you Max, DJ, Heather, Millie & Jess {when she finished the half}).
Crossing that finish line was definitely a proud moment for me. I swore right then and there I would never do another Marathon, but as time has eased my soreness I'm starting to think I'd like to do another one just to beat my time (always a competitor).
If you have been thinking about doing something you swore you never would...do it! The Marathon was a challenge, but it was one I would definitely do again if given the choice.

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