Today I had every excuse to not run. I didn’t expect to, hell I was in an ambulance 13 hours prior. Between severe dehydration and a stomach flu I was done. When the alarm went off today after a few hours of sleep, I thought of my family, friends and all of you, and to be honest that wasn’t the deciding factor. It was for ME. To say I made a comeback, to show that I can learn more in the face of defeat than I can with easy victories. When I got to the start line my goal was a 5k. Then I pushed to a half marathon, and the onsite doctor said that’s enough essentially. I just knew that if I could get through this I would live to fight another day, and the lessons would be monumental. Today was the first time I cried in so long. I broke down after the race and just said to myself a dozen times, you did it, you tough SOB you did it. I’ve now run 4.3 marathons in 100 hours and my body is DONE. My knee is so swollen, my stomach hates every sip of water, every toe is missing skin, I have massive chaffing on my legs, I keep breaking out into cold sweats and I just keep asking myself, why the fuck would you do this…..

Because I Can!

2 Marathons to go ... South America is up next.