(almost)

I am the girl who, in seventh grade, feigned sickness to avoid running the mile in gym. Chalk it up to all the classic reasons: self-consciousness, fear of failure, embarrassment.

So this year, I'm running a marathon. Because now, at (almost) 25, I'm (almost) over the fact that it's going to be hard and that I'm slow and that I get sweaty and that there are lots of runners that are better than me.

And it's kind of a thrill, this not caring about what other people think thing. You should try it.