While I was having my marathon, mushrooms in the jungle were running and panting as well.
Both mushrooms and I like running.
Running, though amidst a big crowd, is a lonely sport. Only my muscles are talking me, and this becomes moaning in the end. Mushrooms must have experienced this.
But we know, one step after another, we shall reach the finishing line sooner or later.
And I did it last Sunday. 42.2km in 6 hours and 16 minutes.