keep f*cking going.
the big kahuna: twenty miles.
today was the longest of my marathon training runs. this week and in particular this run have been glaring up at me from my training calendar for the last six months. i have dreaded this workout since the very day i signed up for my race. and then this morning it was finally here.
my nerves were shot as i started moving, but my training kicked in. my legs were strong and ready. for just shy of four hours i ran. i was slow but i was steady. for motivation i repeatedly glanced down at the bracelet my mother gifted me. inside is stamped: “keep f*cking going.” so i did.