Crossing the finish line

Abby again. I was thinking back to how many different things I have gotten into over the years. I have done dance, gymnastics, tae kwon do, cheerleading, band(for one semester), choir, track(for one practice), basketball camp(didn't even make it through that), volleyball camp, and who knows what else. I tend to get really into something for a little bit, and then I lose interest.

There was one point where I thought I would learn how to play the guitar. I asked my dad if he would give me lessons. We did one lesson. Maybe two. But that was it. And at the beginning, i was sure I was going to end up buying a guitar and play like a rock star.

It's a good thing I didn't purchase a guitar since I didn't get too far with learning how to play one. I'm not sure why I do that. I get so excited for something and then I get bored with it. There are so many things that I don't understand about myself. You would think that by the time I turned 27 I would know myself pretty well. It's amazing how much you can surprise yourself.

I am proud of the race I ran, though. I was nervous to pay the money to run the race, because I know my track record with sticking with things until the end. I went ahead and paid and started practicing. I started to lag on the practicing just a little bit. Then I got sick. I quit running so I could recover. I ran two days before the race and then race day came and I did it! I ran all but about 20 seconds of a 5K Susan Komen Race for the Cure. I was so proud of myself. Next time I get discouraged, I will think back the the memory of how good I felt to cross that finish line, and I will press on. Signing off for tonight, Abby.