I ran my first marathon on a whim. A little less than a year after I had started running, and about 6 months after my first 8k. I decided to do so well after the registration had closed, so I turned to craigslist for a bib. In retrospect, I realize that this is frowned upon and illegal, but at the time it didn’t matter. I had a goal to accomplish and was determined to see it through come hell or high water.
I briefly considered securing an entry by raising funds for a charity, but ultimately decided against it. I wasn’t ready to announce to the world that I was attempting such a feat, let alone ask them for money to help me do so. I’m a proud person, almost to a fault at times. I was terrified of failing in front of an audience so I kept it to myself and kept running.
No sooner than I had made this decision I became injured. Towards the end of a long run, the outside of my knee began to feel strange. I didn’t pay it too much mind at first, until I was confronted by it again the following weekend. The discomfort caused me to cut the run short by 6 miles, I was devastated. Knowing what I know now I’d hope to take an injury in stride. Back then, it seemed like the end of the world.