And then, I rest...

Sunday was a great day. It would have been my Grandmother's 100th birthday. So I got up, got 3 miles in and went with my father down to the family cemetery. It was about a 3 hour round trip. We had a nice talk about the work I've been doing and how I've changed. My dad is always a good one to chat with about change and goals. When I asked him if he remembered that first day and how awful I felt (so much so I threw up) and whether he thought to himself that I couldn't do it, he responded..."Nope, I knew you were committed so I knew you would keep going." I believe him. He's always believed in me so that was a good chat.