GO GIRLS!!!
Go girls! Go girls! These were the words which were echoing in my ears. Believe me, when a woman of my age hears these words, she suddenly feels like a sixteen year old, and the walking speed increases automatically. People on both sides of the road were cheering for all of us. This was the scene of my first marathon. Teenage girls to women in their fifties, everybody was full of energy. I was so happy and excited to be a part of this marathon. One year back, things were just opposite. Feelings of despair and gloom ruled my life. I had met with an accident, which left three of my ligaments broken. My knee was unstable and I wasn't at all sure whether I'd ever be able to walk normally again. One day one of my friends who participated in the marathon told me "Don't worry dear! We'll go next year's marathon together!" I smiled and thought participating in a marathon would only remain a dream. I wasn't able to walk five steps with