Written: The Marathon
My daughter has writing projects for her theater arts class. Today, I am sharing her most recent monologue with you.
Today is going to be the best day of my life. It’s always been my dream to be able to run a marathon. You don’t understand how many times I would sit in class and just daydream about how fun it would be.
I mean, I know that being able to run a marathon doesn’t sound like the greatest thing in the world. Only a weird person would dream of running a marathon. Everyone I know always talks about how they dream of being a millionaire, or getting into a good college, or marrying a prince, you know? I get that. I get that those are really great things. They just don’t get it.
They don’t know what it’s been like for me after the accident. They don’t understand how hard it is not being able to walk. If they only understood, they would get why my dream is to be able to run a marathon.
I am going to try my very hardest to live out my dream.
Now it’s time. I’ve been preparing for this day ever since the accident. After years and years of painful physical therapy, I’m finally ready.
I’m out of my wheelchair and standing up with my weight against my walker. The whistle has just blown, and it’s time to run.
I’m running. I’ve only run 1 mile so far and my body is starting to ache. I can’t stop now. This is my dream, I have to finish.
I’ve made it to the 15th mile. My whole body hurts so bad. I don’t know if I’ll make it to the end. But I have to. If I don’t make it to the finish line, then I haven’t lived out my dream. I’m so exhausted.
I’m finally at the 24 mile mark. I can see the finish line from here! I did it! I lived out my dream! After 20 years of people telling me that it’s impossible for a woman with my disabilities to run a marathon, I have finally proved them wrong. I feel invincible. I never thought that I would ever be able to do this. But I did! And man, oh man, does it feel good!