Oh yes! You read it right. It seems just yesterday when I wrote about running my first marathon and here I am already writing about the second one.
On December 7th, Chennai woke up to a beautiful Sunday to witness the second biggest marathon in India. An event organised at such a huge scale and how could I miss it. I successfully completed my second 10km run at the Wipro Chennai Marathon 2014 :-). To be honest, I was eyeing this marathon from last year and took up the first marathon as a practice for running this marathon. So it’s extra special to me that I reached the finish line, something that I wanted to do for a long time! I feel so proud 🙂
I’m a happy person today because 3 months back I was almost on the verge of giving it up because of a few issues (which I now realise were very trivial). And I thought about how much I’ve wanted to participate in the marathon and how much it actually meant to me. I then decided that I would run this marathon despite any obstacles that come my way.
I don’t know why God took my words so seriously, he really tested my patience on this. I started training a little late ( I did not want to run without training and finally started training) and it looked as if the world was conspiring against me. I fell sick twice and had to stay away from the gym and training for a few days. And then the monsoons took over exactly on the days I planned to run. Just when things were getting a bit better, while training I had an injury. Initially I thought it would be a normal sprain but for 2 to 3 days I struggled. I was able to walk but my right ankle hurt badly. A few stretches and a few days of light training later I felt better. My trainer told me it was a joint pain and with rest it would get better with time. But time was against me.
Just 2 weeks before the marathon, I hurt my left knee at home and found it a bit difficult for almost half a day. After applying all sprays and oils I was questioning my decision to run. The last week I recovered pretty well ( thanks to my trainer) though the ankle kept troubling me now and then. There was this nagging thought at the corner of my mind but I did not give it a second thought. I was kind of upset at why Murphy was being so active in my life and I really had had enough of it.
So on the day before the marathon (Mom was still apprehensive but she did not show it out, she did keep encouraging me. But wait, I’m her daughter, I can read her mind as well ;-)) I went and collected my BIB and told myself there was no turning back. On the day of the marathon, Mom dropped me at the venue and all the nervousness and anxiety which I had turned into excitement and I couldn’t wait to get started. Oh, we were to run along the beach road so you can imagine how beautiful the view was.
At 7 am sharp, they flagged off the run and we started running. 1km became 2km, 2 became 5, 5 became 7, 7 became 8 and then ankle started paining. I put in my utmost and finally reached the Finish line and I was all smiles when I got my medal. I held it in my hand and thought of all that I had to go through just because I wanted to hold the medal. But after I held it, the pain and hardship of the previous few days did not matter at all. I was on cloud nine for having accomplished my task despite so many odds. I thought of this quote I came across while running and I could totally relate to it.
“Pain fades, Muscles heal. Achieving a goal … Priceless.”
It was a dream come true. It was my kinda fairy tale where I wished for something and got it.
Fairy tales do come true, right? 😉