29/05/2025
CamSur Marathon 🏃🏻🏅
What a journey this one was. Took some time to sink in and reflect from everything that happened.
I started the race strong, pacing myself steadily and confidently with a sub-5 hour goal in mind. Everything felt right—the weather, the energy, my stride. I was in the zone, believing that this would be the race where everything comes together.
But at kilometer 27, reality hit hard. That familiar pain in my IT Band came back with vengeance. What was once a strong, fluid rhythm turned into a mental and physical battle. Each step after that was a test of will. I still pushed through, trying to outrun the pain, refusing to give in.
By kilometer 33, my body had enough. The pain became too much, and I had to make a choice: keep forcing it and risk making things worse—or finish with whatever strength I had left. I chose the latter. I walked with purpose, holding my head high, determined to cross that finish line with whatever grace I could muster.
To make it even more challenging, I had zero sleep the night before and was still recovering from the flu just a week earlier. Not the ideal setup, but I showed up, and I gave it what I had.
This wasn’t the finish I envisioned. But this race taught me more than a medal ever could: about patience, resilience, and listening to my body. It humbled me.
I may not have hit my target this time, but the fire for redemption is now burning stronger than ever. I’ll be back. Stronger. Smarter. Hungrier.
On to the next marathon. This isn’t the end—it’s just part of the story.
Credits to the photographers. Mad respect to you sirs!
