My Marathon

So, I'm a big fan of the show The Biggest Loser. It's amazing to me how hard the people on the show work and the amazing results. It's an inspiring show - which is a great break from all the drama and violence on TV right now.

This week on the show the final four contestants ran a marathon. At the beginning of the show (about four months before) these people couldn't even run a mile without passing out. It's just amazing.

And as I was watching, I was wishing that I could do something like that. What plans could I make for something that would be that amazing and inspiring and hard and character-growing? And then I realized that I really just did. Samuel's birth was my marathon.

I'm not trying to toot my own horn or anything, because you all know I did plenty of whining during this, but it was a lot of long, hard work with amazing results. For four months I worked hard at growing that baby the best I could. It was emotionally and physically demanding. And one day, after hours of the hardest work of all, I won. I won my marathon.

I can do hard things. And the prize is way better than the money that the Biggest Loser gets.