The morning air felt different that day. It carried a mix of nervousness and excitement as I stood at the starting line of my very first 21.1-kilometre run. My heart was racing even before my feet began to move. I had trained, prepared, and imagined this day countless times — but nothing truly prepares you for your first half marathon.
I had chosen to run my first 21.1 kilometres with IEM UEM, and that decision turned out to be a memorable one. The event was beautifully organized, and the management ensured everything ran smoothly. However, what truly made the experience special were the student volunteers. They were remarkable — energetic, caring, and endlessly motivating. Standing along the route, they cheered with genuine enthusiasm, offered water with warm smiles, and encouraged every runner as if we were champions. Their voices gave me strength when my own began to fade.
The first 14 to 15 kilometres felt steady and empowering. I found my rhythm, my breathing aligned with my pace, and confidence slowly replaced nervousness. For a moment, I felt unstoppable.
But after crossing the 19-kilometre mark, the real test began.
My legs grew heavy, and every step demanded effort. The last 500 metres felt painfully long. It was no longer about pace or timing — it was about willpower. My body wanted to stop, but my mind refused to surrender.
And then I saw it — the finish line.
With whatever strength I had left, I pushed forward. As I crossed it, exhaustion transformed into pride. The pain that had felt unbearable seconds before suddenly seemed small compared to the accomplishment.
That day, I did not just complete 21.1 kilometres.
I proved to myself that perseverance can carry me beyond limits I once feared.
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