I rekindled my relationship with running 10 months ago. Despite a slow start and numerous setbacks, I made it here. The hardest parts are over — waking up at 5:00 a.m. every Saturday, running 12 miles alone in the rain. There was no audience for these cold, dark runs, and no immediate reward.
But race day is a celebration. Runners will smile and encourage fellow participants. The streets will be lined with cheering people. Volunteers will give me food and drink, and place a medal around my neck.
I’m thrilled to wake up early tomorrow and celebrate with the running community. Together we’ll enjoy the rewards of having a goal, sticking to a plan, and crossing the finish line.
Let’s do this.