I am not a runner. But back in December, my friend Juli talked me into training and running a half-marathon. It's something I've always wanted to do. I don't know why. Probably just to see if I could. When I started the training program and had a one mile run for our first group run, I could barely do it. It takes dedication. I have a respect for runners now that I never had before. You have to get up early. You have to run in snow, ice, sleet, when it's raining, and when all you want to do is sleep in. I suffered a few injuries along the way. I got shin splints. I hurt my knee and the doctor told me I probably shouldn't do it. But I did it anyway. I stuck it out. I trained. I slowly gained endurance and today, I ran a half marathon. And finished! 13.1 miles. I still can't believe it. People were posted all along the course cheering us on. Around mile 7 I thought I was dying. And mile 12, where there was a hill that felt steeper than Mt. Everest, I really thought I was dead. But I kept going, pushed through it, and I did it. Crossing that finish line was so exciting! Even better was seeing Shaun, the girls, and my parents at the finish line cheering for me. I'm so proud I did this. It's something I'll never forget!
P.S. I have never been so sore in my life!