Accomplishment.

This photo has some rather inexpensive (re: CHEAP) race medals from races with the cutest (re:dorkiest) names, but they represent something BIG. They represent a few months of hard work, dedication, commitment and reaching a goal. FINALLY.

I've mentioned before my inability the last few years to be able to set a goal and maintain it. That inability had left me feeling unaccomplished and down right lazy. I've done things, but with no real dedication or thought or training. Late last year, I decided to finally do something about that. To commit to something. And I was scared. Scared I'd do what I've done for years - give up. Quit. Make excuses for why I can't.

So I decided that 2018 will be the year that changes. This year holds some big goals, the first being a small running race series in Littleton.

Yesterday I finished my first solo half marathon.

I hit some big milestones yesterday outside of just doing 13.1 miles. I surprised myself in the best possible way by running the first 6 straight! I pushed myself when it got hard. I never got mad at myself. I didn't cry. And I finished with a smile on my face.

Training has paid off in small and that in itself is huge. Turns out, I can, in fact, commit to something. I can get my ass out of bed and run miles and miles on the dreadmill day after day. I can push my body harder than my mind believes it can go.

I have a lot of great cheerleaders in my friends both in Colorado and Georgia and they've been a huge part of this. The reality is that I DID THIS. And, ohmygoodness, that feels so good! To finally, FINALLY be able to show myself that I can put my stubborn mind to something and get it done. 

This morning I'm waddling like a duck, sore and achey, but feeling an incredible sense of accomplishment. 

Accomplished. 

I can't begin to tell you how good that feels in so many ways.