As I sit and reflect on Sunday’s Seattle Marathon, the first thing that comes to mind is pain. Actually, the pain doesn’t really come to mind like an afterthought or memory — it won’t go away.
I can only imagine how long it will be before I stop limping about like a bandaged mummy. In fact, the last eight miles or so were incredibly painful. I wanted to stop so badly and just walk the rest of the way and accept that 16 weeks of training only got me 18 miles toward my destination. Somehow I ran the whole way, though I ran the final leg incredibly slow and blacked out for long stretches of scenery while dreaming of stopping.