My husband calls me crazy yet he is my biggest supporter. My mom wonders where I got the genes. My friends are encouraging or just think I am crazy also. Why?

If you would have asked me March 15, 2009 if I would have thought running was fun I would have called you CRAZY! I was only able to run for 5 minutes and walking for 2 minutes. I was completely exhausted after doing that for 20 minutes. My lungs hurt, my legs were tired and I just wasn’t having fun. BUT, I had a goal. I wanted to be able to run in the Peachtree Road Race on July 4. I knew that only way I could run 6.2 miles on that day meant I was going to have to get up 4 times a week and RUN.

I can remember racing the 2 mile mark and feeling that I had accomplished so much. I can remember running my first 5k and finally experiencing the fun run. There is fun in running. It takes discipline, consistency, training and a good friend that will get up and run with you.

I am training to run in the St. Jude Half-Marathon on December 5. I have officially ran 7.1 miles and this Saturday I will run 8.1 miles. It is hard for me to wrap my mind around the idea of running 13.1 miles but I am very excited about reaching this goal. I just wish it was not going to be so cold. I am a warm weather runner.

Since losing the baby, I made the decision to register and run the race. Initially, I registered with hopes that training would keep my mind focused on another goal instead being pregnant. I have experienced a couple of down moments/days in recent weeks. Mainly, sadness with not being pregnant especially since I would be feeling that little bundle kicking and moving. God is good and knows me better than I know myself. He has allowed me to be encouraged this week and my thoughts and understanding have been restored to a sense of joy. The half-marathon has given me a great goal and great fun during this time of waiting.

Hopefully, by 11:00 a.m. on Dec. 5 I will be the proud owner of this sticker: