Indianapolis Monumental Marathon, Mile 12

“26.2 miles didn’t seem all that long. If you’re in a car, it’s just a few exits down the interstate. But in road-weary Brooks, it’s, well, 26.2 miles. One step after another. Right, left, right, left.”

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  1. Awesome.

    Whenever I’m feeling hopeless, I look at a picture of me just about to cross the ’04 L.A. marathon finish line. It reminds me not too put too much stock in my perceptions of what I can and can’t do. Often, it’s only by doing a thing that I really believe it can be done, and that’s what that picture reminds me of. Oh, and deep, abiding soreness. 😉

  2. Hey Katrina – found your blog through the 52/52 Project. I loved reading your journey to the finish line! We often set goals without realized the things we must also sacrifice along the way to get them (like toenails!). I ran a 5K once… (I KNOW, not that far but I was REALLY not a runnin’ gal)… and I trained until I could do it! And the day I crossed the finish line was a huge personal victory… so I can only imagine what 26.2 felt like!

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