My friend Tiffany talked me into running a marathon in the first place, but we also trained together, even though we lived hours apart. We followed the same training schedule, passed along valuable tidbits of information we picked up on, and shared our failures and successes. I got injured twice, once two months before and the second time I rolled my ankle 2 weeks before. Twice I thought I would have to let go of what had become my dream. But I couldn't let it go. So I arrived at the Start line only having run 18 miles as my longest distance two months before the race, but I was free of pain and that was truly miraculous. I can only say that I know it was the prayers of my family and friends that gave me a sense of calm that morning; and it stayed with me the entire race.
At mile 23, Tiff's brother found us and actually ran alongside us to snap some photos. We were in major pain here (running hurt, and stopping hurt worse), but just seeing someone cheering specifically for you was an incredible boost to the spirits. Thanks Ryan!
Running the marathon was more to me than just a race. It was a journey. At the end of which I scored a fit body, a memorable experience, and a sense that I can do anything I set out to do, no matter the challenges that cross my path. Give me good friends, family, and the Lord as my support and I am unstoppable!





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