You Only Get One First

There is something about the first time for anything that makes it unique. Not necessarily good or bad, just distinct in your mind because nerves are high and comfort is low. The first time you travel somewhere. The first time you try sushi. The first date. The first day of work. The first impression.

My first marathon is this Sunday, and I’m trying to not miss anything. I don’t want to miss the fear and the mental preoccupation I have with the race. Literally, how am I supposed to focus on anything else??

I also don’t want to miss one sweet email or encouraging text or pat on the back. I want to be present and be inspired and to inspire. I don’t want to miss anything.

Atlanta, I will be seeing you and your beautiful weather on Wednesday. I can’t wait to see what’s at the starting line, to try and soak up every mile rather than taking them for granted, and most of all, what the finish line will feel like. -EL

 

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  1. In the three days leading up to my first marathon, I sat down and wrote a journal entry for each day, detailing everything I felt and committing it to paper. I was definitely a bramble of nerves and couldn’t focus on anything else. That was almost three and a half years ago but I remember the feeling very vividly and with great fondness.

    It was a completely unique experience that I haven’t really felt in a while. A strange mix of anticipation and trepidation, nerves and excitement, doubt and exhilaration. Enjoy it, because when you decide to do another one (which I hope you do), it won’t be as intense. Sure, you’ll still be a little nervous, but it won’t be as all-consuming as it is now.

    Enjoy the buildup. Good luck in the ATL!

    • Thanks so much for the encouragement, Dan! I will definitely journal leading up to the big day. And we’ll see how it goes before I make any definitive decisions about another one. 😉 Thanks!

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