This past weekend my aunt and I ran the San Francisco half marathon. My only thoughts/feelings when crossing the finish line were of relief that we were done and not just halfway done. I can distinctly remember my first marathon almost 4 years ago now, hitting mile 15 and thinking it was the absolutely most miserable moment in my life. "Someone could not pay me enough to do this again, this is completely horrible." Of course it was only a few weeks later that I was discussing what marathon I wanted to be in the following year!
Here I am again, I've forked over the money and signed the next two months of my life away. Marathon 3 will be here October 17th in Kansas City. Somebody please stop the insanity!
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