Risin’ up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance
Now I’m back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive
I have heard that when the tiger is ready to attack, it only has the attention of its chosen prey with all eyes on its unfortunate soon-to-be victim. Someone tell me if there’s another story. I like this one so I’m sticking to it.
It’s 35 days before I will run my first marathon. I am terrified and petrified. I am doing the best in my training but I fear I am not doing enough. Marathoners have told me it’s all in the head. I beg to differ! I can definitely feel the soreness in my legs. However, I understand where they are coming from.
I am psyching myself up for that day. With mantras like “light & fast” said repeatedly to praying to my almighty God, this is the self-talk going on in my head. This was a goal I declared at the end of last year. One of the things I asked myself recently is, “Would I regret it on my death bed if I didn’t do the full marathon?” and the answer would be yes. For people who don’t run, I can see why it won’t be on their bucket list but for someone who’s been running for 5 years, it’s about time I cross the finishing line.
I recollect the first time I did my first 10km. It was such an emotional feeling for me. It was cathartic as I was going through a lot in my life then not knowing if I was capable of anything again. That small but insignificant distance proved I could do almost “anything.” Well, I am ready for greater and bigger things and if this is the impetus needed, then so be it. Pray with me on this journey, won’t you?