I did my first 10km last Sunday.
It was my first marathon, surprisingly, it wasn't as hard as I thought it was, but its not something I would say "a piece of cake".
The whole idea about participating in a marathon was partly peer (and husband) pressure and partly my own interest. Am not sure whether this is a good traits but when I get interested in something, I am like a dog chasing the bone. I will read about it, get ready for it and shop for anything related to it. I was like this before with my first job; my churchie projects; my cakes baking and my recent Korean Drama craze. Spending hours doing the same thing is not an issue as my mind will be completely obsessed about it.
And that's happened with my running as well. I made a promise to myself early this year that I would do my first marathon before 30 years old. Since then, I have been training religiously day after day, for months. Although there have been those lazy days, but I was able to finish 100km within 3 months. With that being said, I was never a good runner. My stamina is bad and I'm easily feeling short of breath. In fact throughout my training, the maximum I can run continuously without stopping is 5.5km.
The day before the actual run itself, I was down with flu and was not in my top condition. So there was a lot of uncertainty whether I can really finish the run. Luckily I made it! and the satisfaction is great. It doesnt matter whether I finish it within the first hundred or thousand. But the fact that I managed to finished it within the qualifying time is a reward on its own.
In fact, sometimes I think our life is like a run. Everyone is running their own race, some has a higher goal of 42km, some maybe just aiming for a 5km. We prepared our best for this race, but sometimes unexpected turns up and we are force to slow down. We may pick up the pace again if we are determined enough, but there is no guarantee that we are going to finish it. But like Jenny says :"Run Forest run!". Keep pressing on and I'm sure the finishing line is in sight.
