I always enjoyed school and the process of learning.
(1) , all my lessons in school could not teach me what I learned after my brother Stephen was
(2) by a drunk driver in the fall of 1999. I had no idea where to
(3) the healing process. Then one day I
(4) to try running. I started with fast walking, and then
(5) . The first time I just ran a mile
(6) stopping, but I thought I deserved a celebration. One mile soon became five miles. I ran through the same
(7) for so many years that I knew nearly
(8) about the neighborhood.
Somewhere along the way a
(9) idea struck me — I could do a marathon
(10) my brother Stephen. Then I found myself setting a(n)
(11) to complete 10 marathons by my brother’s 10th anniversary in 2009. When I was completing this goal, I couldn’t
(12) what the past 10 years would have been like if it had not been for the catharsis (情感宣泄) of running.
I sorted through my
(13) with each step when I ran alone. The thought that I have come that far but so
(14) to my goal is one that both excites and frightens me. I
(15) my 10-marathon education as my emotional (情感的)
(16) of missing my brother. Sometimes I wonder whether I have been running really because of my
(17) . The one thing I do know is that running has changed me. It has improved my physical and mental health and
(18) me into a stronger person,
(19) and outside.
Although my goal for my brother has ended, my running education will
(20) . Perhaps I’ll set a new goal —to live my own life with hope and curiosity for where this running journey will take me.