well it`s Sunday ,a day of relaxation for some ,and here I am watching the London Marathon from the comfort of my arm chair.No way could I run 26 miles ,I love walking and often enjoy a 10 mile stroll.
But in some ways we all run a marathon ,but of a different kind.For me it started with the birth of my daughter ,I`m on the start line and told she will be severely disabled after suffering oxygen starvation at birth, but I`m fired up and ready for the longest race of my life.You get your pace going and then the first hurdle ..school .. you very often don`t have a "special needs school " on your doorstep so the search begins.So then you settle down again and having a steady pace and then adult hood hurdle is in sight and "Transition " begins.You are in mid race now ,the stress kicks in and you are flagging again,but eventually you sort things out and the adrenaline gives you a boost to carry on with the rest of your journey.My journey came to an premature finish ... but it was the toughest race of my life and my daughters.
So as much as I admire the people who can physically run 26 miles we are all running our own marathons.
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