I know, I know, it sounds like a fridge magnet, but I'm beginning to get it.
The last two years I've been like some half-hatched bird, chipping away at my trappings with a busted egg-tooth, and now I'm ready for the next step - you know, the one that sends me hurtling through space wondering if these new wings will work. A scary thing, jumping into the unknown, but I'm raising a daughter who deserves to grow up unafraid of her own shadow. Being a role model to her is certainly a constant reminder to push through any doubts.
I learned a lot training for my marathon: start out small, don't get discouraged, carry a lot of beef, lean on your friends, and finish even if it hurts. Time to use that lesson for something much more difficult - life.