Have you ever stepped on the line of a race and were terrified you wouldn’t have what it takes to achieve what you wanted, what you desired, what you needed? I’m not talking about nerves, fear of competition, or even self doubt. I’m talking about actual physical limitation.
On Sunday before I stepped up to start the marathon, I was dancing - come on there was good music, what else was I supposed to do?! I had posted on Instagram a few days before the marathon that I was going to try and step up to the start line and smile. Smiling carried me through the rough moments, because as you marathoners know there are some dark moments out on the course.