The Marathon

Heart. I lost it at mile 23 when the temperature hit 90 and left it by the side of the road in a pile of empty Gatorade cups. Despite the negative messages from my brain, my legs kept moving, addicted to motion. They would not quit.

While my mind spazzed and fretted about pain, pace, water, and how foolish I was to not bring even one pack of Gu, my legs took control and carried me through the finish, where they finally broke down and begged for mercy.

I spent 16 weeks training for that marathon and if I learned anything, I learned this: Heart can only get you so far, but Legs are a different story. Not only can Legs can get you 26.2 miles, they can get you all the miles in between, on the ground, in the pool, or on a bike.

Heart is overrated.