I did it! I ran a marathon! I dragged my 1.7 M-spike across 26.2 miles. Fine, M-spike. You want to go up? I will make this diseased bone marrow run a frigging marathon. You like that? If that's not enough to scare the myeloma into submission, I don't know what is.
Around this time in 2005, I wasn't sure if I'd even be alive eight years later, let alone running a marathon. It just shows that anything is possible. All you need are brains, heart, courage, and a good pair of shoes. I saw that in a movie once.
It hurt really, really, really bad, but it's one of the best things I've ever done. I would do it again. Someday. Not now. I just regained the ability to climb stairs.
Here's one of my favorite photos that my mom took. Jay and WCK and my parents came out to see me at mile 20: