My first marathon I remember my first marathon. My purpose was to finish the race, I didn't want to target a specific time, just finish. For my preparation, I ran three to four times per week with a long outing once a week during twelve weeks. The D-day arrived fastly, and lack of chance, the weather was execrable, I should deal with rain and wind. I didn't feel the thirst so I think I didn't drink sufficiently. Until the first thirsty kilometers, my course was flow, but after I began to have muscle cramps. More I advanced, more they intensified, they seems to be electric current, I suffered a lot, it was if I struggled against myself. Fortunately, my friends ran with me, and they supported me, they gave me their hands, and it pushed myself to continue. Finally, I had arrived after four hours and thirty minutes, but I didn't know walking. In despite of the pain, it was a good experience, I accomplished my objective and I am proud of it.