I hit mile three and knew it wasn't going to be the race I though I would run. Everything felt difficult. I couldn't find my stride. My mental strength was gone. I didn't feel like I had my A-game.
Right there at mile three it was just about finishing strong, and enjoying the journey.
So I smiled, I laughed, I stopped and took pictures with family and friends. I high fived the kids and blew kisses at the cute boys. I sang Sweet Caroline rounding the firehouse turn, and thanked each of the officers and volunteers I passed. I chewed all the ice, and poured water on my head at every mile. I caught up with an old boss and made him run a mile with me, I went live on IG with Daisy sharing the heartbreak of heartbreak hill. I talked to the runners beside me, I hugged strangers.
I threw up lots of ✌🏼 signs and smiled a ton.
It's not about finishing first. It's not about the finish line. It's always about the journey and what you make it to be. This life is so wonderful. It may not always be what you think, but there is good at every corner. Everyday is what you make it. Make it so wonderful your cheeks hurt from smiling. Make it count. Make it memorable. Enjoy the journey. The highs, the lows, soak it all in. Because it's all wonderful. 💙💛
This photo was taken at mile 25. All smiles, all love, all the salt had left my body haha. On Monday I quite literally chased joy for 26.2 miles. That's what it's about right? 💙
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