Finish Line

Well the results are in and I finished. Better than last year but not nearly as close as I ended the season with. Disappointed a bit but glad the season has begun. Looking forward to the race season. Gives me a sense of accomplishment. I feel like there is something I can do and do well. I may not win the race but I finish gasping for air. It feels good in the end. I usually get a sick feeling in my stomach and worry right before the race but when it is done, I feel great. I am glad I stuck with it. Not easy as people may think. Oh it is just a race that doesn't count or you won't win any prizes or money. But that isn't what really counts is it? It is the pride of doing. Knowing that I am doing something good for my body. Feeling the soreness in the legs, knowing I gave my all. Pushed beyond what I am accustom too. I am a runner! (I like the sound of that).

Starting a journey that may not be easy at first but worth it in the end. Stepping out of one's comfort zone. Seeing the bottom knowing that we can only go up. Pushing through all the "stuff" of the world, to finally see what is important. That is a good feeling. Knowing where you came and where you don't want to go. Knowing that it is worth it in the end...priceless for sure.

Have you started your journey? What are you waiting for?