But you know what?
My goal was to finish the race at all, and I -did-, while never walking. And I’m down 45 pounds from January and no longer prediabetic.
I’m an abysmal runner, and probably always will be; my favorite exercise is weight lifting, not so much cardio.
So despite the race turning out to be way more physically challenging for me than I expected, what I’m focusing on is that I’m doing way better than old me.
It helps that people were so encouraging and nice, even as I was dying.