I have been running since my childhood. My inspiration at this was my brother who tragically passed away at a car accident when I was at 4. grade. He had a dream, a great dream in fact. He wanted to break the world record for running a marathon.
Of course this was no easy task. The latest record is 2 hours and 35 seconds and my fastest time was 5 hours 20 minutes, a whole 3 hours behind. But I somehow knew, I knew that I could do this. Because I was capable as my brother said “One day you’ll be a great man.” And my way of becoming a great man was to fulfill my brothers dream as he couldn’t. I trained and trained, even though my legs burned, I sweated rivers. These were just roadblocks that were setup, to test me, to show me what strength I had.
I would see the payment of my hardwork at the Paris Marathon last year with the whole world watching. I started off feeling confident and I actually did get a good start. After the first part of the run I was in the middle of the ranks not wasting much energy but I needed to go faster If I wanted to get the world record. So I did, by the end of the second part I was leading the race and getting further away from everyone. But as the end came I felt tired my feet were burning like fire and I didn’t think I had the energy to finish the race. On top of this I knew I was racing against time, and just when I wished for a miracle to happen so I could fulfill his dream of becoming the best. Just at that moment I felt sometinhg touch my chest and heard airhorns going off. I looked at the at the ledearboard and I saw it, I saw the miracle of 2 hours and 30 seconds. I had done it just by five seconds.