Hey guys!
In the spirit of being able to run again I thought I'd share a very close experience with you today. My first Marathon. So it was a 7 km run and it was held in my previous school. There's something you need to know before I begin, at school no one really ever knew that I ran mostly because running was a thing extremely close to me and for some reason I didn't wish to share that with people. I was considered as that one kid who's as clumsy as they get and sort of that loser in the sports area. So when I first heard about the marathon, the idea of signing up scared me because I didn't know what people would say. I still remember in lunch time I was next to the signing up board and just as I was about to, I saw a bunch of guys coming towards me. I freaked out and walked away. Thankfully, my best friend who had no interest in the marathon read what was on my mind and decided to sign up just to encourage me.
The marathon was in 3 days after I finally managed to gather up the guts and put my name in. But this is where the adventure started. This marathon story had it's own problems--other than being teased around in the corridors for the coming two days.
The first problem was that we were only allowed to wear shorts. I have a knee problem where I have to cover them before running or jogging. The second problem was that I had never in my life ran without music...in this marathon music wasn't allowed. However, my sister was sweet enough to plead the teachers and music was finally allowed for everyone.
Three days before the marathon I had an exam and so I couldn't go out to practice and I missed my jog that day. The next day in school I happened to fall off the stairs and then problem number three occurs- I had two muscle ligaments in my knee and ankle. However, I was way too scared to tell my family. When I reached home, I massaged it with hot oil and put on a crape bandage and decided to go out on a jog and ignore the pain. This was possibly the worst mistake ever. When I was done with my 1 hour jog and I stopped I felt a sharp pain in my leg. Before I knew it I couldn't even stand.
And there comes problem number four- it was the night before the marathon and I sat with a purple swollen leg with a crape bandage that went from my thigh all the way down to my ankle.
------Watch out for part 2! -----------
In the spirit of being able to run again I thought I'd share a very close experience with you today. My first Marathon. So it was a 7 km run and it was held in my previous school. There's something you need to know before I begin, at school no one really ever knew that I ran mostly because running was a thing extremely close to me and for some reason I didn't wish to share that with people. I was considered as that one kid who's as clumsy as they get and sort of that loser in the sports area. So when I first heard about the marathon, the idea of signing up scared me because I didn't know what people would say. I still remember in lunch time I was next to the signing up board and just as I was about to, I saw a bunch of guys coming towards me. I freaked out and walked away. Thankfully, my best friend who had no interest in the marathon read what was on my mind and decided to sign up just to encourage me.
The marathon was in 3 days after I finally managed to gather up the guts and put my name in. But this is where the adventure started. This marathon story had it's own problems--other than being teased around in the corridors for the coming two days.
The first problem was that we were only allowed to wear shorts. I have a knee problem where I have to cover them before running or jogging. The second problem was that I had never in my life ran without music...in this marathon music wasn't allowed. However, my sister was sweet enough to plead the teachers and music was finally allowed for everyone.
Three days before the marathon I had an exam and so I couldn't go out to practice and I missed my jog that day. The next day in school I happened to fall off the stairs and then problem number three occurs- I had two muscle ligaments in my knee and ankle. However, I was way too scared to tell my family. When I reached home, I massaged it with hot oil and put on a crape bandage and decided to go out on a jog and ignore the pain. This was possibly the worst mistake ever. When I was done with my 1 hour jog and I stopped I felt a sharp pain in my leg. Before I knew it I couldn't even stand.
And there comes problem number four- it was the night before the marathon and I sat with a purple swollen leg with a crape bandage that went from my thigh all the way down to my ankle.
------Watch out for part 2! -----------
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