A goal and a finish line

Four years ago, I trained for my first marathon. I ended up not being able to do my marathon due to an injury to my leg. I was pretty devastated.  It wasn't because I got hurt, it was because it was a goal that I had for myself while recovering from Postpartum depression.  

Yesterday I was able to finish my first marathon. It felt amazing to accomplish it.  It was very difficult and my legs were screaming at me around mile 15.  I had a time in mind to finish, but I was really just looking to finish.  It took me 4 hours 47 minutes.  I had my husband, my parents and two of my kids there to cheer me on.  It was wonderful to have them there. I knew they were waiting for me, so I could not give up.  I had a lot of time to reflect during this marathon. I remembered the first time I set my goal to do a marathon. I was recovering in the hospital from Postpartum depression. We all had to think of a goal for our lives. I said, "to run a marathon."  It was the first time I said it out loud and from that moment on, I knew I was going to do it.  I am so glad I can now cross that off my list. There may be another one in my future, but these legs of mine need some rest first!  Thank you all for your encouragement and support. I couldn't do this without the amazing support network I had.