Half.

In the past, when someone mentioned a "runner" an image came to mind. I pictured a perfectly fit physique, gliding through a fast paced jog. To be honest, I was a little intimidated. Little did I know, I'd become one. 

I'm a size 14, who truly enjoys exercise. I used to stick to the light stuff. You know, pilates and cardio. Never did I ever think I'd be capable of running a half marathon. 

Two of my best friends and I ran the Flying Pig Marathon in Cincinnati, OH in May of this year. And it was the best experience I've ever had. The training was tough-- sticking to the regimen required discipline. I was a new runner, and I faced physical challenges. Pushing by body to the extreme. What I realized through running is we are capable of so much more than we give ourselves credit. It's amazing how we have the ability to mentally and physically drive our bodies towards success. 

I was terrified on race day. I've never felt so apprehensive. Worst case scenarios crossed my mind. What if I don't finish in the required time? What if I can't finish at all? Can I really do this? But I had to put my fears to the side. I promised out loud, "I'm going to do this!" I took my place, listened for the start-- and before I knew it, my feet were moving outrageously fast, eager to cross the finish line. 

Around mile 9 my body began fatiguing. Mental mojo was running low, and I took the pace wayyy down. It was then I spotted an older woman, tired and worn. She was very curvy and sported a determined look on her face. We were going at the same pace, when suddenly something came over her. She pushed her already pushed self, and began running- full speed ahead. She passed me and about three other people around us. There she went, into the distance- refusing to let anything stop her. In that special moment, I reflected on my preconceived notion regarding "runners". The truth is, everyone is a runner. There is no specific shape or look. Runners are people. People who are mentally strong. People who tolerate pain. People who push through the agony. People like that woman I observed. 

I'll never forget that woman or what she taught me about others-- about myself. Because of her, I put forth more effort during rest of the race. She inspired me. 

3 hours and 16 minutes from the start, I crossed that finish line. When they put the metal around my neck an indescribable feeling came over me. I DID IT! That half marathon proved that ANYTHING is possible. With an open mind and strong desire- you CAN do ANYTHING. 

This great life can be a real roller coaster ride. Sometimes it's those low points we tend to focus on. When I catch myself dwelling on a negative situation or caught in a rut, I think of that finish line. I think of that inspirational woman. And I realize that I'm blessed. 

2014 we're signing up for the Flying Pig, again!! I'm SO VERY excited. This time, I'm not going to doubt myself. This time, I'll believe in myself... really believe. 

Snap shots from RACE DAY!