" I think my Dad was looking over me that final stretch because there were points that I really don't know how I kept going."
I am 35,000 feet high, both literally and figuratively. I'm in a plane flying over the ocean to Maui, Hawaii to reach the end of an eight month journey of struggle, hard work and persistence.
I'm on my way to run my first marathon. People always say that the destination is not the important part of a dream; it's the journey to get there that makes the difference. Many runners would disagree. They would say the finish line is the most important part of a marathon goal. I think you learn a lot about yourself on the journey to get to that finish line. For me, training seemed to be further than 42.2km (26.2miles) away.
Continued in the Canadian Marathon Stories Book.....
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