I don’t recall the exact moment when I signed up for this.
I do remember the early mornings; long training runs, completed before the heat of the day; alcohol free evenings, when that was all I craved.
I bought new running shoes; set up a fundraising page which kept on giving.
I wasn’t fast; I grew strong. I kept on living.
I ran, in his memory, for those who faced adversity they had not chosen. Still running, I crossed the finish line. It was a marathon achievement.