Yesterday, I ran the Army Ten-Miler, and I am so proud of myself. It was my first race, and I rant the entire ten miles. I didn’t run at the pace that I wanted, and I beat myself up for it. However, I woke up realizing that I am being silly. It’s not how fast or how slow I was going, but that I finished. It’s my competitive spirit that does this, and I sometimes wish that it would quiet down and let me enjoy the moment. Now that I completed the run, I feel that I can do anything.

There are some parts of my life that I am not 100% happy, and I have been putting off thinking about it because I have been so busy with work and the kids. However, I am going to start working on them. I don’t want to wake up at 50 and feeling that I have let life pass me by.

This weekend I am glad that I kept it low key. I thought a lot about my life and the direction that it’s going, and the direction that I want it to go. My dreams are being put on hold for materialistic reasons, and that is something that needs to change. Even if I am wearing a potato sack and eating macaroni-n-cheese every day, I will be happier following the things that I want.

I now know what I need to do, and I am going to do it.

Here are some pics of me running the Army Ten-Miler: http://vida.posterous.com/this-is-how-you-look-after-running-ten-miles

Photo Detail: your mind’s sick again, originally uploaded by megan alice..