The following is my internal dialogue during the various points of the race:
10k mark: Yay, almost half way there!
15k mark: Whoa, I haven’t run this much in more than six months! I sure am badass!
18k mark: Why am I putting myself through this??! Ugh, my feet are killing me. When will this torture be over?
When we were down to the final few kilometers, my sister’s old foot injury started acting up again. So I walked with her for a bit to see if the pain would lessen, but it didn’t. Joy told me I could finish running this thing myself, as if. I mean, I might not always be the best big sis to my lil sis, but there was no way I’d leave her behind just to get a better time. Therefore, we finished the race walking, with her leaning on me for support.
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