Pride....I'm sure all of us have had a moment in our lives where we have felt proud of ourselves. We worked hard at something at reached a goal or received something.
What is the proudest moment of your life?
There have been moments in my life where I have felt proud of myself...being married to my husband, graduating from my CAGS summa cum laude after having a baby in the middle of it, seeing my students do great things, getting to Emma's first birthday and realizing that she was great...but this being a blog a lot about running and exercise of course I am going to choose a moment (or two...when have I ever been able to choose just one of something?) from that part of my life.
Running the Boston Marathon
It was my first time ever even considering running that distance and boy did I have a lot to learn but rounding that corner, turning onto Boylston Street, and seeing that finish line at the end...priceless! I had done it....I was a marathoner!
Breaking the 2 hour half marathon
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| Jill and I before the Cranberry Half Marathon in Harwich, MA |
This was so much more to me than a time on the clock. To me this moment meant I could do anything I put my mind to in running or life. I was back....and better! Back from the 50+lbs I had gained with pregnancy...back from postpartum depression...back from a crazy place where I didn't lean on God but rather climbed on His back...and I was better...faster and stronger than I had ever been! I didn't do it alone but that moment crossing the finish line I was proud!
Ok all of you out there! Time to brag!
What has been your proudest moment?
