It was a rainy day in March when I thought to myself, “Hey now, what a joke it would be to run the Portland Marathon in October….”
Well, 7 months have passed and yesterday I ran the marathon.
I can honestly say it was the hardest and most amazing experience of my life!
Nothing compares to gliding along with thousands of people, breathing in the sweet air ripe with the mantras of fellow runners. Such a testament to the human spirit is not often found, and not likely forgotten. Crossing the finish line 4 hours and 41 minutes into the race, I found myself overcome with emotion but with no fluid in my body to form tears. It was more of a hyperventilation. Although I have been walking like a baby giraffe for the past 24 hours, I’m already looking for my next victory! Running keeps the world sane I think!
Happy Running my friends!