From the moment my daughter was born, I knew being just me wasn't good enough anymore. If I was going to be the most influential woman in this little girl's life (as well as the little girl who came along after her), I was going to have to step it up a bit. I was going to have to try to become a woman I would want my daughters to be one day. A good wife. A good mother. Strong. Healthy. Happy. A woman with the desire to be challenged and the ambition to accomplish something difficult. A woman who makes her daughters proud.
I initially took up running as a way to shed those last few stubborn pounds of baby weight. I started running in local races as a way to keep myself motivated to lace up more days a week than I didn't, and it's something fun (yes, I said fun!) my husband and I like to do together. Racing satisfies my competitive nature, even if I'm mainly competing against myself (my husband runs like a Kenyan and there's no way I'll ever beat him!). I just completed my first 14K, beating the hefty goal I set for myself by 18 seconds. I'm running in my first half marathon next month, and I am so excited about this next challenge. My daughters will be there to cheer me on, and as much as I want to achieve my personal goals for this race, I hope I can achieve my life-long goal of making my girls proud of me.