One Step At A Time

It was the hardest run of my life.

3 miles.

Worse then the 13.1 I would run soon after…even the 26.2 that would come later still.

I had only started running a short while before when my friend suggested an upcoming half-marathon. My brother and I liked the thought, but that wasn’t enough to carry us those 27,667 steps to the finish line.

The realization was dawning, and I felt completely defeated with the thought- “I can’t even run 3miles let alone 13miles!

I cried, gave up… then Paula came up behind me, put her hands on my back and pushed me up the hill.

You've come this far…you can go a little further.

 And that’s when I won my marathon. 

Countless miles have vanished under my feet since that day more then 7 years ago.

 But I never want to forget how hard it was and how easy it became when I decided to take ONE STEP AT A TIME.