Connections

I've heard from no less than forty of my friends and family today. I'm in awe of the outpouring of support that I've had in my quest to complete the goal of running the distance of thirteen miles. I haven't experienced any of the letdown I expected. I'm basking in the glow of the love and caring shown to me by those who have reached out to me to let me know that they are here for me.

I am one lucky woman.

There is one thing, though. At the corner of Westheimer and Montrose, a man called out to me. "Michelle! You look great! Keep going!"

I have to admit that I don't know who it was. I turned and told him thanks as I continued to run, but I was wearing my contacts and I don't have any idea who recognized me and cheered me on. (My bib didn't have my first name printed on it, so it wasn't just a random spectator. He knew me.) Whoever he was, he did a lot toward getting me through that mile.

I'm lifting up gratitude for all my connections. I feel as if I turned a corner yesterday and am moving on toward something new. I'm not sure what it is, but I look forward to discovery.