Today is my 1-year anniversary of running my first marathon. Holy mac time flies! It’s bizarre to think of the mileage I was pulling out this time last year. On June 3rd, 2012 I ran the San Diego Rock ‘n’ Roll Marathon with my sister, cousins and aunt and uncle. Some miles were good, some were great, but most were brutal. But was it worth it? Hell yeah.
Running my first marathon was so much more than completing the 26.2 miles. It was training day in and day out for 4 months. It was waking up at the crack of dawn on a Saturday morning to rip out 16 miles. It was hating running and it was loving running. It was a celebration. It was a family reunion. It was crossing the finish line and accomplishing something incredible with my best friend and sister.
So what has changed in a years time? Well for starters, I’ve spent a whole lot of money on this sport. And my feet have become immune to blisters and calluses. But I’ve also become a stronger, more experienced runner. Running has become a hobby instead of an annoying task. I’ve become part of a running community and have made amazing friends through this sport. AND lastly, after vowing to never run a marathon again, I’m signed up for the Madison Marathon on November 10th!