Race

*Image by me

Sunday was a long, but full day at my house.  We woke up before dawn to head downtown for the San Antonio Rock n' Roll Marathon.  My husband raced, I took pictures and cheered.  I am so proud of him.  A year ago we ran together while I was training and he had trouble keeping pace with me.  Now his pace is 6-7 minute miles.  He blows me out of the water.  I didn't compete this year, but I feel like I still have bragging rights.  What has made you feel proud lately?