This road is one of the most important roads in my life (not that I rank such things, but you know what I mean).
It was on this road that I went on my first run during chemo, determined as I was then to keep the drug weight off and the dream of a 10k race in my sights. It was on this road that my dad (on the same day) returned to running after a long period of rest due to injury.
This road gave him the chance to think he could again move forward.
And it was to this road that I returned this November to regain my confidence after four months of injury and pick up the pace once more. I jogged/ran 5km without stopping and if that isn't progress toward the marathon wedding, then I don't know what is.
This road - and my dad running beside me - gave me the confidence to believe I could make that start line.
It showed me that fear is often our biggest obstacle.
And overcoming that fear, the best feeling in the world.
PS: this was my view last Friday morning on a run in to work because I decided to face those fears. And facing those fears was better than I could have ever imagined. Beautiful!