I never understood how people found joy in running; to me, it was pure torture. Each attempt left me gasping for breath far before completing even a single block. However, everything changed when a postcard inviting me to participate in a charity marathon arrived, promising to help children battling cancer while also showcasing the stunning beauty of Hawaii. Intrigued and emotionally compelled, I signed up, setting the bold goal of fundraising and training for a 26.2-mile race within just six months. Sticking to a rigid training routine became my first mental hurdle, as I often preferred to wing things in life. Nevertheless, I committed to the marathon, investing in proper gear and learning that with discipline and daily training, I could increase my endurance. Despite temptations to quit, I persevered, driven by newfound friends, accomplishments, and the desire to meet my fundraising target. My final challenge was clear: to complete the marathon in under five hours. Race day came, the nerves kicked in, and I experienced the infamous 'wall' at mile 22, where doubts threatened to stop me in my tracks. But through determination and a personal mantra, I pushed ahead. With cheers from the crowd and the finish line in sight, I crossed at 4:57:38, realizing that while running may never be my passion, the experience taught me that setting a goal creates an incredible journey and that I could achieve anything I set my mind to, even if it is still painful.