A month before my first marathon (马拉松赛)，one of my feet was hurt and this meant not running for half a month, leaving me only two 1 to train. Although my foot was hurting, I had a strong feeling to 2 .
I remember back to my 7th grade in school. In my first P.E. class, the teacher required us to run and then hit a ball. He told me that I was not good at sports, because I did both 3 . The idea stuck with me for years.
When I started running in my 30s, I realized running was a 4 against myself, not about competition or whether or not I was good at sport. It was all about the challenge for my own body and mind. A test of 5 !
The 6 before my marathon, I dreamt that I couldn't even find the finish line. It made me kind of 7 , but ready to prove something to myself.
Shortly after crossing the start line, my shoelaces became untied. So I stopped to tie. Not the 8 I wanted!
At mile 3, I 9 a sign: "GO FOR IT, RUNNERS!" At mile 17, out of breath and in terrible pain, I kept going by 10 between walking and running.
As I came close to mile 23, I could see my mom waving a sign. If there is anyone who has believed in me during this journey, it's always been her. She 11 minded waking me up at 5 a.m. or questioned 12 cost like running shoes, hats and so on. No doubt she is my biggest fan!
I was one of the final runners to finish. 13 I finished! And I got a medal.
Did I win? Of course I did! I only had myself to 14 ! Strong willed to be myself, move forward, 15 of shame, I can now call myself a "marathon winner".
