When I started training for the Half Marathon back in July, it was for several reasons: 1) to cross off my Bucket List 2) to get healthy 3) to prove to myself I could do it. I could list a couple others, but you get my drift. Yes, this Half Marathon was something for ME, little ole' me.
But the funny thing is that with all of the walking dates with my Marathon Mommas there ocurred a sacrifice from my family. Whether it was dinner, bedtime routines, napping or just lack of my presence, my family never once complained. For that I am soooo grateful!!! It was no secret that I was disappointed at the last minute because Jason and I felt that taking the kids to the Finish Line would be to much. So their absence was felt because after it was all said and done, I didn't do the Half just because of me....I did it for them, too. To say that I was overjoyed when I got home is an understatement. When I walked in the door, my kiddos and husband were there to greet me with open arms and posters. I know it may sound a little sappy or corny, but I was almost brought to tears.......they love me for ME. Not for what I look like, how much weight I lost or what I have done, but for ME. To me that means EVERYTHING.