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What I Learned After My First Marathon


Yesterday was BIG.



Everything that I thought leading up to the final week before the marathon, was sort of correct. Not sure if the key there is “sort of” or “correct”–I’m still deciding. Either way, as I questioned in that linked post, is it really possible to know how to prepare for it? I mean, aside from the obvious, you don’t really know until you know. There are some aspects to running it that can be planned for, but there will be inherent surprises that aren’t as easy to predict. The truth is we all perceive life so differently, so it’s hard to say, “Hey! This is exactly what you’re going to experience.”


Thank you Ariel Abooty




We know what we’re getting ourselves into distance-wise; there’s one goal in mind and that is to hit the 26.2 mile mark. That aspect was very clear to me, but what I felt and saw along the way was both the most beautiful experience I’ve ever had as well as one of the most painful ones.


Families and organizations donated water and Gatorade as well as fruit, nuts, and even chili cheese dogs. Seriously, though, I’m not making that part up. 


When I say that it’s much more than 26.2 miles, I  mean that in the sense of what the marathon did for the community of Los Angeles. The city erupted in support and encouragement from start to finish. I had strangers–though they felt like close friends in the moment–cheering me on and supporting my goal.



The easiest way that I can describe it is that it hurt more to walk than it did to maintain a slow and steady strut.

Don’t let yourself be fooled by whether it’s a myth or not. It’s very real. In fact, so real that I had the pleasure of meeting the wall at around mile 20. I’ve always had this uninformed visual of the wall being this point along the race where your body literally can’t move any longer. A mix between a cramp and just utter lack of movement. It’s not quite that dramatic, but it’s also not incredibly far from the truth. Hitting the wall is reaching the point where you’ve completely depleted everything that you have in your body, but you must keep pushing. It’s like when your car has run out of gas and somehow you make it to a gas station 5 miles away running purely off fumes. That’s the best way that I can describe the wall.



It’s an incredible experience if you’re running in a city that you know in and out. You get to seriously live in the city for a day like you’ve never before.

One of the most surreal experiences while running was the fact that we, 25,000 runners to be exact, were running on the mainest of main streets in LA. From Sunset Blvd. to Hollywood Blvd., we covered some historic ground. Similarly, I know that the SF Marathon runs across the Golden Gate Bridge and the NY Marathon runs through Manhattan beginning in mile 16 all the way to the end.

Seeing a sea of runners and hearing a collective chant of shoes pounding the pavement was something that I had to soak in for a while. The sound was majestic. It was the sound of a community of people who had been training for months upon months for this very moment. It was the sound of dedication, perseverance, and commitment.


I hope this gives you some insight into marathon running. If you have any questions, feel free to reach out.






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