Two years ago I ran a marathon. A full marathon.
And the most difficult part of the whole event was the last mile.
There were hundreds of people cheering on the route. A friend waited at the last corner to shout my name. There were giant banners, cheerleaders, a brass band and race marshals all egging me on.
And yet it was on that last mile that I was closest to giving up.
Knowing that I was near the end was part of what made it so painful. The finish line seemed incredibly close and impossibly far away at the same time.
I made it over the line.
And I stopped.
And I burst into tears.
The last mile has always been a struggle for me. The last day of studying before an exam. The last bit of work to complete a goal. The last few blog posts in my blogging challenge.
It’s the last bit that is the toughest.
So after a lengthy break, and lots of time to reflect, I’ve become determined to learn to finish what I started.
My new resolution is to get better at reaching the finish line.
Welcome to the last 14 posts of my #365of25 journey.
Image is of a beautiful midlands escape that I got to experience with one of my favourite people
Blog: 352/365. Click here to read about my #365of25 journey Song of the day: BORNS - Electric Love
I liked this post but I had to come make the correction that I love this and I’m so excited for more blog posts! 😀
You’re the best ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
Congratulations on picking up this challenge for the final mile ! I really look forward to cheering you over the finish line from here in the USA – Remember to be kind to your self.
We are in this together, this time it’s not just that one friend, but a tribe of many cheering you on!