That is me finishing the half marathon last September. That is me at my best - so far. That is the woman I know I can be and the one I try to beat every day when I'm running or working or just plain living. A year ago today, I had never run in a road race. I hadn't really run much farther than 7 miles, which is a distance I ran once in high school. I started last March with a 3-mile run that nearly killed me. By that September, I ran 13. My goal is to run a full marathon, 26 miles, in October.
The woman I was three years ago could never have attempted anything like this. Because of fear and anxiety and a very unsure sense of self. The woman I am today thrives on this.
This is my last post on running this week. I promise.