When I race there are two cities that effect me emotionally like no other cities do. The first is Ventura, California where I started running again. And the second is San Francisco where I ran my first marathon. This weekend I raced in San Francisco and it brought up the usual thoughts and feelings that I am flooded with when I am here. I was reminded of the adversity that I faced getting to my first start line and crossing my first finish line. There were about two decades of my life that I didn’t allow the thoughts of accomplishing those goals to enter my head. I believed that they were unreachable. But one brave moment, a little prayer spoken and a giant leap of faith taken would show me that I was mistaken. That the dreams I had were not gone, they had just been quieted.
My race this weekend wasn’t monumental as far as accomplishments go but it did remind me of something important. Obstacles and setbacks will only derail me from reaching my goals for as long as I allow them to. It’s my choice to give up or to keep chasing my dreams. And if I let them, tough times can be used to motivate me to dream even bigger.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you believe that nothing is impossible!!!