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…

It finally happened.  A couple of days after Christmas my Anna caught on.  While sitting in her bed with tears in her eyes, she asked me the question parents dread, “Santa isn’t real, is he?”  I took a deep breath and replied “No, he isn’t.”  And just like that, the magic disappeared.  I am writing…