Three months ago, I completed my first ever marathon
with a standard distance of 42 kilometers or 26.2 miles — roughly the distance from Fairview to Las Piñas according to Google Maps.
I guess it’s important to note that five years ago, when someone asked me to join a 5k fun run, I answered a big fat NO. Growing up, I was the clumsy kid who had thick glasses and collected wounds and scars on my knees because I was “lampa”.
I am neither athletic nor competitive. I enjoy physical activities but I never take them seriously, simply because it was a lot of hard work and I was very impatient.
So why did I sign up for this seemingly impossible and gruesome feat?