And So She Ran...

Today my roommate M ran the Marine Corps Marathon. Scratch that. She didn't just run, she qualified for the Boston Marathon. For those who don't know, that race is like the Super Bowl for runners, and M proved that she could handle it. I was so inspired watching her. We traveled all over DC and Northern VA on the metro, lining up on the sides of highways with the hope of seeing her run by. We made t-shirts and a poster to show our support. I felt like I was out there with her, and seeing her face light up every time we screamed her name as she ran by made the early wakeup and groggy commute worth every second. Being part of so much happiness took my mind off of everything that has been going on with me. It was a welcome and much-needed escape. Today was not about me or my drama--it was about watching M perform. I am so proud of her. I hope she realizes how much seeing her conquer her own huge challenge has given me hope that I can do it too.

Yes, it's tacky to give the "follow your dreams, you can do it" idea here...because life rarely works out so neatly.

I'm more locked into my faith more than ever before. I have had a lot of near-misses and close-calls over the past month, things that I will not get into here. The ones who need to know, do know. But the one thing I kept going back to was prayer. Finally, I feel like things may start to work out after all.