My head is in the clouds as I attempt my first slice, so please bare with me….
As I rang in the new year – literally rocking my baby to sleep – I began thinking about my goals in life. Real, obtainable goals.
A house in the suburbs – check
Happily Married – check
2 beautiful boys – check
A job I love – check
I am happy. Proud of myself even. But somehow it wasn’t enough. I needed a challenge this year – as if being a full time working mother to two boys under the age of 2 isn’t a big enough challenge. 🙂
So, I have committed to running the Chicago Half Marathon. I haven’t ran much in the past 2 years. And the list of excuses could go on and on. But the fact is, I’m not running for me. I’m running for a 2 year old girl who has been battling cancer for more than half her life. I’m running because I want to see her smiling face on her first day of pre-school. I’m running because I want to see her smiling face as she graces the stage of her 8th grade graduation, of her high school graduation, of her college graduation. I am running to Cure It!
If she can fight, I can run.