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Crossing the Finish Line



Just about a year ago, I made a goal of running a marathon. On Friday, January 24th 2014, that goal was finally achieved! Of course, my time could have been much better, but I told myself that for my first ever marathon “It was not about perfection, it was about the effort.” I truly just wanted to make it from start to finish and that’s exactly what I did.
In approximately 5 hours, “I learned that finishing a marathon isn't just an athletic achievement. It's a state of mind; a state of mind that says anything is possible."

I know many people are wondering if I will ever do another marathon again, but I truly don’t know quite yet. It’s a very grueling experience! Right now, I need to take some well-earned rest time before I set any future fitness goals.

Throughout the past 12 months, I have done a few 5/6 km runs, one 10 km race, two half marathons and last but not least a full 42km marathon. I have trained many hours at the gym with some amazing trainers and in the streets with some wonderful runners. I really could not be happier with my fitness accomplishments this past year! 

Thank you to everyone who has supported me in the last 12 months in order to achieve my goal! 

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  1. WOW, WOW, WOW, I love your outlook, so much of what we do is in the mind and our bodies are capable of so much. I take my hat off to you!

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