As I lay on the couch. My legs throbbing. My hips aching. I’m thinking to myself was it worth it?
The missed nights out?
The times I was late because of my long runs?
The money spent on gear, clothes and VIP registration?
Was it worth the 4 hours and 33 minutes of running on a cold, crisp fall Sunday?
Every step. Every ache. Every cheer.
It was worth it all, and I can’t wait to do it again.
I hope I did Run for a Cure Africa, #31For31 proud.
I hope I made the Kim and the Hartmann‘s proud and did Martha justice.
Full recap coming when I can think clearly.
For now, I will just bask in the self pride.
Once a marathoner, always a marathoner.
Today changed me. For good.