I'm signing for HALF MARATHON
It all started back in June. I had this urge to try something new—something outside the usual routine. I didn’t want to just hit the gym like everyone else. I wanted a hobby that felt different, raw, challenging. And that’s when running crossed my mind.
I still remember that first run. My lungs were on fire. I couldn’t catch my breath. I genuinely thought, “There’s no way I can keep doing this.” It was uncomfortable, and I hated that. But somewhere in the back of my mind, I whispered to myself: What if it gets easier? What if this is just the ugly beginning?
So I kept showing up. Bit by bit, I built a habit. I started jogging longer. The same runs that used to destroy me started feeling... doable. Not easy, but possible. And that small shift was all I needed to keep going.
Fast forward to now—there’s a marathon happening in my city this October. It’s got all kinds of categories: 3K, 5K, 10K, half marathon, and the full 42K. When I first saw the 21K half marathon option, I’ll be honest—my jaw dropped. I can run 10K now at an 8-minute pace (which takes me around 1 hour and 30 minutes), and that’s already a massive achievement for me. So logically, I could just sign up for the 10K and play it safe.
But something inside me doesn’t want to play it safe. Something in me is asking: What if you trained for the half marathon? What if you gave yourself 4 months to push harder, run longer, get faster?
It's scary. The doubt creeps in. What if I can’t do it? What if I fail? But then again... what if I can?
And so today—I made the decision. I’m signing up for the half marathon.
This journal entry is my contract with myself. No turning back.
I’ll train. I’ll fall. I’ll get up. I’ll sweat. I’ll keep going. Because the finish line isn’t just on the street in October—it’s in my mind, and I’ve already started running toward it.
Let this be a reminder: I took the leap, and I’m not backing down.
