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?