Hurrrah! I fumbled for several months, but last week, I finally did cross out another line from my pseudo ‘Baket List.’ I’m finally a marathoner!

Effin Finally!
I have to admit that I didn’t give much into the journey, with my longest before the race just a measly 21k where I even hurt myself. It was euphoric the moment I stepped onto that finish line and realized that all the running and walking for over six hours was over and I finally had a chance to rest. I also felt faaar better than my last race, which was just half of what I did. I could attribute it to Bub and her parents’ support, Eric being a fantastic running buddy, the Chia and the whatnot. In the end, you could just imagine what I was feeling thinking I had a lot to improve, if I only did get really serious.
Downside though’s I think I gave my second toe a beating, and it was hurting all throughout the race. At just over 7kms, it was already numb. I thought removing my right sock and my compression sleeve would help, but it didn’t change much other than me finishing in a weird outfit. I was able to massage the toe at times when it hurt a lot, but I think it didn’t help a lot too, and just made my time longer. In the end I just ignored the pain, finished barely within 6 hours, and decided to finally retire my running shoes. It has served me well, but it’s also begging to be let go.

Yaaay marathon!