I never thought I would be a runner. I am able to run, I have sneakers and a cute pair of running shorts, but there is something in me that comes alive when I run. I don't know if it has always been there or if it is like a switch that got turned on. Whatever it is, it's there and it's growing. With every mile and every race and every training day checked off, it grows. It keeps me running when I want to stop; it gets me off the couch when I don't feel like getting up; and it agrees with "coach" Aaron when he tells me I can go faster. It is the feeling of being alive, of feeling strong and knowing that if I can run a marathon, I can pretty much do whatever I set my mind to.
What could you do if you believed that about yourself?
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