This morning marked the first long run of my marathon training bloc—and with it, a quiet but powerful reminder of what this journey is really about.
They say the race itself is a celebration of all the miles that came before it. Today, that sentiment felt real. As the sun rose and my feet found rhythm on the pavement, I wasn’t just running—I was beginning a commitment to 675 miles of preparation, grit, and growth. All for one glorious 26.2-mile celebration in London.
Marathon training isn’t just about endurance. It’s about showing up when it’s cold, when it’s early, when it’s hard. It’s about building something invisible but strong—mile by mile, run by run. And this morning, with the first long run behind me, I felt the quiet pride of starting something big.
Here’s to the journey ahead. To every early alarm, every recovery snack, every mile logged. Because come race day, I won’t just be running 26.2—I’ll be celebrating 675.
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