I’m a Finish Line Kinda Girl

Maybe the reason I pride myself on being a runner

is because I live for the finish line.

There’s nothing like the feeling of a crapton of hard work

paying off at the finish line of a race.

That feeling of ahhhhhhhh it’s finally here!

A blessed reward that is greatly deserved.

It makes it all worth it.

Like I said, I’m a finish line kinda girl.

I need something to look forward to,

something to dream about when life gets a little nuts.

For example,

this girl is trying to plan a wedding,

prep her kiddos for the state test that is quickly approaching,

keep the apartment clean, buy groceries, eat healthy,

try to ease back into a workout routine,

yada yada yada.

The list goes on!

Needless to say, my head has been full.

Almost on overload.

And it’s annoyingly accompanied by consecutive nights of insomnia.

Luckily, the finish line is in sight!

In exactly seven days, my boyfriend and I will be headed to Capitola

to camp beside the beach.

I can’t wait to fall asleep to waves crashing,

to feel the sand between my toes.

Better yet, to drink a cold beer and watch the sunset.

So far, the forecast is nothing but sunny skies and a perfect 70 degrees.

I. Can’t. Wait.

So when my kiddos are driving me bonkers

or when the wedding to-do’s start to overwhelm me,

I dream of the sounds of the ocean.

The finish line is near!

I can do anything!


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