What a difference a year makes

For a few years not so long ago, I slogged along through each day, month, and year - and while not necessarily miserable, I most certainly wasn't happy.  A lot of things happened to turn the tables on that trend, not the least of which was making the decision to get off my fat a**.  I met my beautiful bride not too long thereafter and we started our quite memorable journey that brought her and Christy here just over a year ago.

A few months prior to that, I made a decision (in the form of another good reason to go visit the girls in Seattle) to enter the inaugural Seattle Rock 'N' Roll Marathon and Half-Marathon and run my first half.  It turned out that was to be the trip that started with a flight to Seattle and ended with several hundred miles in a moving van bringing all the girls' possessions back to Colorado.

Half-Marathon Course

This much I can say for sure...if it wasn't for that decision, that trip, and that half-marathon I would not be going to Boston next April. One year ago yesterday was the half-marathon.  I trained, and I knew I would be able to finish it, although I wasn't totally sure (until I did it) how fast I would be able to run it.  Two marathons later - and upcoming trips to New York City and Boston - I'm not even sure what the world would look like had it not been for Gabriella and the decision to go to Seattle.

What a difference a year makes.  :-)