I think I arrived on a Tuesday morning and the group run I planned to attend was that very Tuesday evening. In hindsight, trying to go on a group run in a city I wasn’t familiar with on my day of arrival was dumb. I was super jetlagged and tired,and had no sense of direction, but I’m too stubborn for my own good sometimes. I was in London and didn’t want to waste a second of my time there. Plus, the hostel smelled weird and wasn’t exactly the most comfortable place to rest.
I don’t enter races very often, but over the years I have run in many 5ks, a 10k or two, a 15k, and several half-marathons, and one full marathon.
What made my first and so-far only marathon possible was a confidence that I could run 26.2 miles, despite never having run even close to that distance before. It took me two years to complete my goal, but I just knew that I could do it.