I can't believe I actually ran a race today. Just back in July, I didn't like running. I started to exercise in January of 2013 and began to really love it. I love reaching new heights physically and feeling good about myself. Endorphins really kept me positive and up beat, so I wanted to be more and more active. So I decided to run. After I ran around Lake Merritt in Oakland and actually liked it. I was hooked on running. Don't get me wrong, I still have days where I don't want to run and much prefer to stay in bed. But I push myself and ended up loving it. So thankful that I found a group of moms at the boys' school to run with every Sunday. They keep me going. I am a slow and steady runner, I want to be able to finish every race. In a normal week, I tried to run 4 -5 miles 2 - 3 times and I don't have any problem doing it. But today, perhaps all the food from Thanksgiving. I had a hard time starting the race. And the last miles was tough with inclines. I had to keep my eyes on the finish line to keep myself motivated. I feel like it was a big accomplishment. Part of me want to train for the half marathon in 2014, but part of me is fearful of it. If my body is able to keep up, I am willing to try.
