I guess this post could go two different ways...I could tell you all the things that went wrong in the marathon...my knee situation, the freezing-cold-windy weather, my over-hydrating resulting in way too many port-o-potty breaks, the long 5 hours it took to finish...
Or I can tell you about all the beautiful things. The friendships I made throughout the training, the unbelievable support I received from my family at mile 10, 20, and the finish line, and from my amazing friends on the last stretch before crossing the finish line. The fact that I never hit "the wall" and ran the entire time.
The emotional roller coaster one goes through when putting your body through such extreme exercise is indescribable unless you've experienced it yourself.
Of course this to me was a metaphor of life. Continuing to put one foot in front of the other even when you don't think you can. Relentless forward motion until you see the finish line. I'm sure I don't have to point out the symbolism.
But I did it. It's done. I'm a marathoner. Probably will stick to running halves for the rest of my life, or maybe a few sprint triathlons....but it was a great experience. One I'm glad I did. And one I'm glad is over!