If I believe I can, I will.

After returning home from my first marathon, I felt that I should shout from the rooftops that everyone should go out and run 26.2 miles! And I still feel that way today.

Crossing that finish line was the culmination of so much, but also, it felt very much like the start of something amazing. I felt a passion for it.

I think these photos encompass my running journey so far. On the left is a mid-race pic from my very first 5k in June of 2013. You can tell by my face that I’m kind of over it. It was hot. I was tired. I don’t appear to be having much fun. Contrast that face to the one in the pic on the right, taken just after the 26th mile marker in January of 2018.

In looking back, I believe I needed to train for, and complete a marathon in order to realize that I am stronger than I think I am. That, if I believe I can, I will.