Will I ever run another again??

On Sunday, I ran my first half marathon right next to my marathon man dad. It was hard, it was exciting, it made me proud, it made me set a goal and reach it, it gave me precious time with my dad, it has made me better. I know, how can running 13.1 miles make you better? Well, it made me realize that I can do anything! I kept reciting to myself when my legs wanted to quit..."I can do all things through him who give me strength."--Philippians 4:13. And I can and I did!

My training was time consuming. But I honestly feel like each day I ran, I had my quiet time with God. I listened to worship music, I listened to sermons. I felt His presence in each and every step. See, I was that overweight kid/teen/young adult. I didn't play sports past 8th grade. I had no motivation to exercise. I am not particularly athletic. Running this race has kind of been my sort of vindication. I have proved to myself that I can be healthy and I can accomplish a goal like this. More importantly I feel like I am setting a wonderful example for my children to be active.

Even when the doubt set it....around mile 9, but there was this little voice that kept saying, "yes, you can do this!" (and there was a big voice next to me (my dad) pushing me and encouraging me). Even with two stops to massage my left foot back to life (it got SOOOO numb), we finished in 2:16, which put me at an overall pace of 10:26 per mile.

I am not ready to hang up my running shoes quite yet. Three days later, still a bit sore, I am contemplating going down to the basement for a run on the treadmill. Perhaps, I have been hit by the running bug! Only time will tell:)