26.2 miles is no joke.
In October of last year, I somehow convinced my dad and brother to sign up for the LA Marathon with me. 4 months of (inconsistent) training later, we did it!
Easily the most painful thing I have ever done, especially miles 18-26.2 when my legs started to cramp up nonstop. No joke. But somehow we all made it across that finish line. Unfortunately, I’ve now been kicked off the family event planning committee, but it was worth it!
