Dealing with Disappointment
I should have crossed the finish line to my first half marathon a month ago. I should have felt the weighted medal around my neck signifying a giant goal met. Prior to April of 2013, with perhaps the exception of having been chased by a dog, I was never a runner. It was in March that one of my best friends asked me to run a half-marathon. He knew I loved a good challenge and thought this would be a good fit for me. I looked critically at whether this was the right time for me and at my intentions
