On June 2nd, 2019, I ran another Rock ‘n’ Roll marathon here in San Diego. I didn’t finish in the time I expected I will but it was still my personal best with 5 hour and 5 mins. My projection time was 4 hour and 40 mins. But I started struggling with the ache in my lower back after mile 18. Nevertheless, I was happy that I didn’t gave up considering the training I did which was insufficient. And the injuries I was carrying with me. I was not in as bad shape as I was in my first marathon but it was still painful which made it so much fun. I love going through pain and hurting myself to achieve something. It is the best feeling ever.
Running marathons doesn’t came naturally to me. In fact, when I was a kid, I was the fattest in my class for long years. I was overweight, my dad had to get my trousers stitched because the jeans in the kid’s section won’t fit me. I used to have tough time walking long distance because I used to get rashes on my thighs because of continuous friction between them. But something happened when I was 12-year-old. I participated in my first 400-meter race, happening in my school. Everyone was laughing while looking at me on the start line of the race. Probably everyone thought I am going to give up before the race ends. I might not finish the race and if I will then it would be me walking in half of the race. I hated it, I decided in my mind, that I am going to run that 400 meters whatsoever.
This is me when I was 9 year old, and I grew fatter even faster until I turned 12
I finished last, but here is the thing, I didn’t stopped running. I didn’t walk, I ran the whole race. Not to prove everyone wrong but to prove myself right. Hundreds of thoughts came across my mind while running that four-hundred-meter race. I can see all that time when I let myself down and how bad that feeling was. I didn’t want to give up this time. Although 400-meter sounds a small distance but it was hell of a run for that fat kid. When I finished the race, it was the best feeling ever. I didn’t care if I came last because I was not competing to beat anyone else but myself and I won in that sense. And then I decided no matter what, I will never give up on anything in my life. I might fail to achieve the best of something but I will never fail to attempt on something and I won’t fail to become the best version of myself.
Since then, I fell in love with running. I used to struggle a lot with it in beginning but I became use to it. I started losing weight and running became my stress buster. I ran my first half marathon and finished it in 2 hour and 5 mins and then I started participating in marathons. I have only run two of those till now but I am planning to run more. The first marathon was brutal because I didn’t train even for a day since I need to finish an academic project. I finished that in 6 hours and 15 mins. I train a bit for this one and there was a marginal improvement. I am going to train harder for my next one and I am targeting to finish my third one in 4 hour and 30 mins. The goal is to qualify for Boston marathon and run that one.
And I know I am going to achieve my goal before I die. While death is not certain but if I survive till the average life expectancy, then I am sure I will achieve it. Because I know myself, I might be slow on something and might take a break but I don’t ever stop until I finish what I have started. I will never give up on my dreams and my goals unless I find it isn’t worth anymore. Sometimes it is difficult to hang in on something but that’s when one must show courage and stick to it, don’t just give up. That’s what I have heard from hundreds of motivational speakers and that’s what I believe in.
I dedicate this marathon of mine to everyone who is not giving up on his/her dream and working on it no matter what the circumstances are.