Proud of my Girl

Yesterday my girlfriend did something she never thought she could: she finished her first half marathon. No, it wasn’t pretty in the end, but she did it. She crossed the finish line. No one came to carry her off the race course. She didn’t stop and give up (as I would most assuredly have done). I’m so incredibly proud of her. She also did it with a heavy weight on her heart: her 25 year old niece passed away last Thursday and it’s been something on both our minds since she went into the hospital a week ago. She ran that half marathon in her niece’s honor and I’m quite sure she was there in spirit urging my gal along. ❤